Restraint
How many chapters can wood chap wood if wood chap would chap wood.
Yes Marillion, learning from my own words, cruel joke.
Yes Phill Collins, it's all been a pack of lies.
Refugee. Refugee.
Fraudster. Fraudster.
The not unique dilemma of wanting something, but not really wanting. How can you be sure that you want it anyway? When the reality thoughts combine with the wanting thoughts...it just feels like it would be wrong. But it feels so right.
I discovered the real meaning of kindred over the last few months. Yes, you know. The kindred I hadn't even considered to have an existence. Pleasant shock. But not enough to convert it. Never enough to convert it. Never will be enough. Wouldn't it be nice to be wrong? Not so sure.
Logic over emotion. Seem to be better at this...but I don't really want it. Do I? Need it for a while. Logic is safe. I don't want to be safe.
My ass is numb. This chair is hard.
My belly is decreasing in size. The confidence that I hoped would take its place is not forthcoming. Lame.
Reading past chats is always a mistake. That could go on a post-it note.
A place of rummy and laughter.
"Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling. And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire."
Seared.
Yes Marillion, learning from my own words, cruel joke.
Yes Phill Collins, it's all been a pack of lies.
Refugee. Refugee.
Fraudster. Fraudster.
The not unique dilemma of wanting something, but not really wanting. How can you be sure that you want it anyway? When the reality thoughts combine with the wanting thoughts...it just feels like it would be wrong. But it feels so right.
I discovered the real meaning of kindred over the last few months. Yes, you know. The kindred I hadn't even considered to have an existence. Pleasant shock. But not enough to convert it. Never enough to convert it. Never will be enough. Wouldn't it be nice to be wrong? Not so sure.
Logic over emotion. Seem to be better at this...but I don't really want it. Do I? Need it for a while. Logic is safe. I don't want to be safe.
My ass is numb. This chair is hard.
My belly is decreasing in size. The confidence that I hoped would take its place is not forthcoming. Lame.
Reading past chats is always a mistake. That could go on a post-it note.
A place of rummy and laughter.
"Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling. And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire."
Seared.
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