You have two choices, you can read or you can not read it. If you pick the first you might find out what this is all about. If you pick the second you will leave blissfully ignorant. (or maybe not)
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
I am so random
eh this barely even has anything to do with randomness except that it is random. I feel like I got a rose. You probably think I am crazy. How do you feel like you got a thing?? Well I'll try and explain. What I mean is there is something that is precious but every time I get close to it I get pricked or stabbed by the sharp realities. I feel like I am dying on the inside. But the problem is sometimes I just want to totally get rid the metaphorical rose, pretending like it is the most ugly, shriveled, colorless thing, and other times I can bare the pricks and pretend like they don't exist in order to keep that thing which seems to have some value in keeping. I don't blame you if you do not understand any of this, but after all, I originally did just create this for me. myself, and I. Thus, I would be surprised if anyone besides me myself and I could understand this mumblejumble.
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