| Aug. 23rd, 2005 @ 01:49 am A message mostly to myself. |
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Current Mood:  I'm tired of sad songs.
Current Music: Coldplay's Clocks
Just cause you don't know what it is to care for people and love them for their intricate little flaws doesn't give you the right to mock others. You are not by any means the person to which divine advice should be attained. I find it aggravating that you hold such a self-righteous attitude. So many things are beneath you and I realize something. Plainly put, you're just no fun.
Everything for you has to have a purpose or a meaning. These meanings that you seek keep you from exploring the possibilities and finding something that might just surprise you.
So there will be no skull kingdoms, lonely at 23's, bubble teas, crazy tourist t-shirts, bone collecting, restaurant discovering, apple martinis, BFF bracelets, rolling down hills, 80s night white people dancing, and just plain having crazy amounts of fun because you decided for once to take a chance.
So simply put, screw you. |