2496this boy is DEEP

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Sep. 9, 2004

 

 

Little Frog (jose2242) wrote,
@ 2004-09-08 17:43:00

Me.
I am not: a role model for anybody.
I hurt: almost all the time to some degree.
I love: deeply, tumultuously, and without reason or control.
I hate: lies, and the lying liars who tell them.
I fear: looking back on my life and seeing only lost opportunities.
I hope: to finally be at home somewhere.
I yearn: for fulfillment.
I regret: many things I have said.
I care: too much about too many people.
I always: return to the same doubts.
I long: for winter.
I feel alone: when I see too many warm smiles and families and
couples hand-in-hand.
I listen: to everything and everyone.
I hide: my dark, cowardly side.
I drive: not so well.
I sing: made-up songs.
I dance: whenever the mood strikes me.
I write: with a great degree of effort.
I breathe: faster when I am inspired.
I play: because the game calls me.
I miss: connectedness, intimacy, and gezellig
I cry: when I read the news.
I search: for tesseracts, doors in old wardrobes, and the second star
to the left.
I feel: banality is slowly choking the world.
I know: my life means something to someone.
I say: too much sometimes, too little sometimes.
I fail: only when I choose to.
I dream: and then I forget!
I wonder: why my life seems to have no plan.
I want: a perfect world.
I worry: in short fierce bursts.
I wish: that wishes did come true.
I fight: as a way of life.
I need: a sound mind.
I have: a badass heart.
I am: Jose.

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Erika
Sep. 9, 2004


Me.
I am not: stupid
I hurt: most people who care about me
I love: my family & friends
I hate: hypocrisy and lies
I fear: failure, most things and most people
I hope: for a quick, painless death before I'm too old and demented
I yearn: for nothing
I regret: the things I didn't more than the things I did.
I care: too much, but not out loud most of the time.
I always: think
I long: to travel & see the world, to show the places I've seen to
someone who would like it as much as I do.
I feel alone: most of the time, but it's not lonely, it's alone. And
there's a difference.
I listen: to music
I hide: my emotions
I drive: carefully
I sing: sometimes
I dance: rarely/never/only when very drunk
I write: compulsively, all the time, for no apparent reason
I breathe: without thinking too much about it.
I play: rarely
I miss: the boobs I had when I was 25
I cry: easily but in private
I search: the web
I feel: not much
I know: a little bit about a lot of different things
I say: too much most times.
I fail: rarely, because I try rarely.
I dream: vividly
I wonder: not much
I want: not much
I worry: about looking foolish in front of people
I wish: to win the lottery
I fight: rarely
I need: nothing
I have: everything I need.
I am: content.