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- Name: Kabber
Struggling to come to terms with a setting I thought I had come to terms with before a couple of times. I thought.
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I cant take it no more really though. Print it so as not to think it no more. Mayhap help those round do done the same.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
thx big Man
Cant believe that I made it this far without cadance weapon. Likely friends on either coast will survive me though the turmoil. Cant believe 1) she hasnt written me back 2) its only been ten
strange days 3) Im gonna repeat profesional methods that didnt work.
Rotating though impressions such as Im really good or Im a really dark turd with greater rapidity than would allow for caring. Just cycle though over and over. Im not as weak as I was when i wrote about this situation last. I mean two years ago. Ishtar long its been. Thank you blogger for the valve. My standard was not set high enough then before when back and forth, hating and wanting to help her. Couldnt let go. I dont quit much easily. Has something to do with never losing if you never give up. If it fails you still say oh that could have been good. No I dont play stocks.
I do play professional project though and Im going to be lead on a team of one in a little bit. Guess I was already supposed to be but now Im in RD phase. And on top of that right actual now Im taking a break because Im going to hate the shit out of all these topics if I dont disconnect a little bit. Hating so badly the people I have to see all the time. preventing me from thinking about some bullshit that I play I have to think about. Sometimes cant just be a regular person. Hello other people. Ha ha how are you. Blah sweet blah. Not until rest is got or a task gets done. Glutton for punishment was told to me once by a big man. Am I? Appears to be so. And what for. I like to think that I get to be unparalleled by coming out of left field oll the time. And that means thinking about things a little differently. Truthfully whatever it takes to get you to like your shit that you do all the time is prety key for me.
Meaning today I went someplace novel during rush hour not knowing that rush hour was for real. Like we all stop moving? I was mad at every mother out there for tolerating this on a regular basis. People at work talk about it though. Where to live. How much to commute. I think in terms of ideals because if I deal with the fact that I cant talk to my father I will stop dying half the time. Punch you in the soul if I open this mouth up. Thats somehow been the effect. How and why? Or caring not about how and why nut only determining what needs to functionally be done. Food and rest and regular best. Trying. Im trying to stop hating on the good old girl. Felt randomly fulfilled tonight by warmth and organization and workout to remember thats how I felt when I was going to see her. Made a space like nonother in this world. Rememory avenues, watch me a sign. How couldve development entered that space. Accept it like rain and winter, death.
