So enters my foray into....what? An idea? A way out of shit work? A way to self medicate? For everyone to see? Maybe not. There's nothing keeping me from stopping this right now, deleting the whole thing, and going back to reminding myself to hoard typewriter ribbon.
But I know me. And you will too, maybe.
This is all a great idea, don't get me wrong. And I buy into the whole world conciousness, open your bedroom door so they can all see your dick thing. I've kind of been waiting for this since kindergarten. I want my friends to see this. I want people I hate to read my rambles, and try to think about how they affected me. By the way, you didn't. I forgave/forgot you.
But. I don't know if I can bring myself to leave it alone. To not pick at it. To not bite the nail to the quick again. Every time I start this self introspection of myself, the mockery starts in my head. "You wannabe. STOP NOW BEFORE SOMEONE THINKS YOU KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF. CAUSE YOU DON'T!!" And then, I just stop.
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