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3.13.2011
It's nice to have people know your shit and still want to be with you. Not love, even. Love is almost too distant. You love your family, but that doesn't necessarily mean you like them. You want people to like you, to want to be with you.It's nice to be liked. I don't know what I was afraid of. No, wait, I think I do. I put too much stock in what G says, believe it or not . . . I didn't think that I did, but, well, I did. I didn't take my own advice . . . I fucking didn't believe what I MYSELF said, even though I was right, and I knew I was right. I guess the point is that today I realized that I can't let ONE FUCKING PERSON'S ignorance and prejudice make me afraid. I feel like I'm more open to the world. Ironically, taking a clear, close-up look at all the bullshit and depravity and lies and misery has made me a much happier person. Because I understand that it's all lies now. And that I don't have to be a part of it. I am the captain of my ship. I can carve my own path. I am what I am, not what they make me. 2 Comments:I'm glad you've came to the decisions. By ivy, at 3/14/2011 08:07:00 AM I'm debating between "amen" and "you go girl" but frankly they both seem awkward to say. By L, at 3/31/2011 08:31:00 PM |