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Rose Wynters writes about days
I write what i want. simple as that.
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(You'll never ever ever see two! MWAHAHAHA!)
Someone once asked me why I talk to myself. At the time I didn't know how to answer. I talked to myself because I did. That was about a year ago and the memory only just made it's way back into my conscious mind. For whatever reason, that one simple question has been floating around in my head all morning, causing me to actually begin to formulate an answer. Something that happened a year ago has made me spend hours on self reflection. I finally came to some sort of conclusion. However, thinking of it now, it seems horribly "emo". The only reason for taking to myself that came up for me, and it won't remove itself from my head, is actually incredibly simple. Because no one else will listen. No one else care. I've forced myself into alienation. Forced myself into believing no one cares for what I have to say. I guess it's time to talk. I guess it's time to break the mold I've cast for myself. Time to mean it when I quote that song. When I murmur under my breath "I don't give a ******** if you can't stand me."
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I really need to stop talking to myself. I'm upsetting Doctor VonCutesy-Bear
 Rose_Wynters · Sat Oct 24, 2009 @ 09:04pm · 0 Comments |
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