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Author: naughtgreen
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-01-06 - Updated: 05-01-06 - id:2165177

Go ahead. Get insulted easily
You think it’s okay to hit me when I wake up
Everyone is the same and I can’t get away from it
Even the liberated man curses his own slavery
But no ones knows how to accept him
They think that by exercising his independence he is offending them
For one thing, he damn well shouldn’t care about what they think, but for another, he can’t hurt their feelings
How do I live a life for others and not for others?
Embarrassing social situations arise from applied expectations
See, we all want to be part of a Body, but also not
Give yourself to someone else independently
Forgive me Lord, for I know what I do
I want to be me
I am wrong
Bless me, tell me that there are people who love me
Who will not get mad at me for expressing any sort of negative emotions
Why the fuck did I have to come back around to this?
I thought it was over. I thought I could move on
But I’m in the same situation with different people
I chronically get no sleep an it’s consistently my fault
You should hear some of the things they say
When I express any desire to change it’s horrible that I have to admit something is wrong
Of course not. Everything is fine. Get over yourself
What’s with you?
I need some constancy in my life
You’d think this is funny if you knew what I was talking about
I hate it when people ask me how I am because I don’t care about how they are and I’d like them to extend me that courtesy
I really do disgust myself sometimes
That I do by my own free will
I get a nice medley of external and internal incongruencies



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