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To the emergency exit door, no.


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Saturday, August 16, 2008
Miserable And Stunning 7:59 AM

It’s funny how you’re so damn close with the wrong person, all down ridden on the fact that you’ve followed the wrong signposts and hence, have ended up elsewhere. Not that they’re the er, “wrong” person, it’s just that you wish you had that openness with…someone else. Just a particular someone else.

You like, spend virtually all your time with other people (practically everyone but that ‘someone else’) and I know the books say “the person you spend the least time with, is the person you actually want to be with”, but it’s not gonna work if you spend virtually NO time with them at all. That’s just…sad.

And eventually that person who you actually want to spend all your time with, will notice the fact that you talk to practically everyone else around him even though he’s right next to you and he’ll walk away thinking he doesn’t exist in your eyes. But that’s not true (I couldn’t think of anything clever to object to this).

That’s not the truth because in fact, he’s all you see. Every second, every minute passes and he’s all that’s in front of your eyes. I mean look at all those wasted chances. Just say something. Anything. Because if you just leave things at a loss, running for the hills, then you aren’t gonna get anywhere. Never are, never will.

And I suppose the main reason you can’t get yourself to talk to him, let alone hang out with the guy, is because you’re afraid of ending up looking like a fool. I suppose you are anyway. We all are, aren’t we? We’re all just fools. And that’s how we learn. Anyway, he hasn’t totally dejected you or anything right? Up to this point, he’s been really awesome to you and I guess he has the same reasons as you do for shying away.

You can’t even get six feet near him without losing it. And you’d have to pretend that you absolutely do not like them because that’s the only way you can talk to them without shying away. Just pretend he’s just someone you know, you say to yourself. But no, you can’t, it’s not easy, and you don’t want to live in denial anyway, even for just a minute. But just think of all the things you could be if you took the time to notice each other.

I guess it’s official: life really is messed up. But hey, it’s great.

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YESTERDAY.
-Let's Head For The Hills.
-It's Coming Up. It's Exams.
-It's "Dumping People Into Trash Cans" Day
-I Tried To Be Like Grace Kelly, But All Her Looks ...
-Between Hours of 10 & 01.
-It's Good To Be A Pessimist
-Anemniactic (I'm Not)
-How I Spent Last Night (In A Cramped Up Grocery St...
-In The Hands Of Songwriters
-The "L-Word" (I Won't Be Caught Using This)