One last one for the road. Before I embark on my travel.
I was going to write this in my last blog, but I had run out of steam. One can only...
Writing. I haven't done it in quite some time. About a month, I think. Though others and I have gone for longer stretches, so by no means is it a...
*pat pat* I believe in you.
I'm sure you could spend your time doing something better.
*puts hand on your shoulder nonthreateningly* You're rambling.
I've been getting asked this a fair amount of times in recent months: why don't you have a girlfriend, do you even like girls?
And to that I...
I can still see you. I can remember it as if it were yesterday. That first and last day I saw you. You were a year younger than me, yet you looked...
I truly am too different; I truly am alone.
Well if everyone's going to be a liar. I suppose I'll be the truthsayer.
Ah, now I understand the necessity of willful ignorance.
The lie is more likely, so they'll believe in it. People cannot believe in the unlikely. To do so would be to kill themselves.
But no one believes I am who I am. They think the truth is the lie and the lie is the truth. That's always how it's been with me and people.
I do what I do because it's fun. It nourishes my soul. I never wanted anything more.
They can't see it. They don't want to see it. It doesn't make any difference.
I've repeated myself so many times. Though I doubt you people will stop asking. People never believe in anything anymore. No, they never would...
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