I'm the kind of person who likes the night way more than the morning. Go Night Owls for the win! Everything's quiet and slightly colder and winding down. Writing is best at night.
Unfortunately I'm also the kind of person who has Night Owls as friends, too. So they write too.
And since I don't sleep until late, I don't wake up early.
But some friends *ahem* do. And they tend to get to blogs before I do.
And steal my comments.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Thirty Fifth
and I'm the kind of person who keeps things in.
Who takes a situation, rips it apart, analyzes and re-analyzes, and draws the worst conclusion imaginable, gets fixed on that, and keeps it all
in.
Keeping it all in, and keeping people out.
It's tiresome.
But that's the kind of person I am.
For now.
Who takes a situation, rips it apart, analyzes and re-analyzes, and draws the worst conclusion imaginable, gets fixed on that, and keeps it all
in.
Keeping it all in, and keeping people out.
It's tiresome.
But that's the kind of person I am.
For now.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Thirty Fourth
The thing is
I don't like a lot of people. It takes a lot - so much so that I wish it wouldn't - for me to really like someone. And I tend to only like people I've gotten to know, and know very well. And if I've gotten to know you, you're my friend.
The result is
I then tend to like friends.
The problem is
Friends don't like me. Because we're friends.
I don't like a lot of people. It takes a lot - so much so that I wish it wouldn't - for me to really like someone. And I tend to only like people I've gotten to know, and know very well. And if I've gotten to know you, you're my friend.
The result is
I then tend to like friends.
The problem is
Friends don't like me. Because we're friends.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Thirty Third
I'm the kind of person who's changed since high school.
A lot of people have, you know it when you bump into them, you see it on their faces, you see it in their clothing, in the way they speak. Or just by the fact that they are now speaking to you.
But I've changed in a different way, a way that you'd have to look closer to find.
Because I'm snarky now, and I mean it. And the insults come faster, and sometimes I mean them. And it's because my mind has just grown darker. And the compliments are still there, but I'm too scared to say them, and I'll place them in backhanded compliments. Because if you flirt with everyone, then no one is special. And no one can hurt you.
And I've stopped caring about what people think. I just want to be myself, and not have any misunderstandings. And I've grown weary of people. But I keep trying.
I don't let things go. I don't forgive easily. I don't trust anyone anymore, and even when they earn it, I still don't. And I wish that could change.
I actually still do care though.
very fiercely
possibly more than I've ever.
A lot of people have, you know it when you bump into them, you see it on their faces, you see it in their clothing, in the way they speak. Or just by the fact that they are now speaking to you.
But I've changed in a different way, a way that you'd have to look closer to find.
Because I'm snarky now, and I mean it. And the insults come faster, and sometimes I mean them. And it's because my mind has just grown darker. And the compliments are still there, but I'm too scared to say them, and I'll place them in backhanded compliments. Because if you flirt with everyone, then no one is special. And no one can hurt you.
And I've stopped caring about what people think. I just want to be myself, and not have any misunderstandings. And I've grown weary of people. But I keep trying.
I don't let things go. I don't forgive easily. I don't trust anyone anymore, and even when they earn it, I still don't. And I wish that could change.
I actually still do care though.
very fiercely
possibly more than I've ever.
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