Maybe someday I’ll surround myself with people who appreciate me for being me, cherish my integrity and value my honesty. Maybe someday, but until then at least I’ll have you.
There will come a day where it will all make sense, however… all you can do now is prepare for that day.
I haven’t been alone on new years eve since I was a boy locked in a cell, it is the worst feeling and it was the only holiday I ever looked forward to. What is tradition if only while convenient. every tradition I ever had died this year, ending tonight. There will never be another tradition for as long as I live, mark my words.
The sad thing is that I don’t hate technology, I no longer trust it. I see the great benefits technology has but can’t look past the obvious flaws or ignore the affect it has on the people, especially those who have such an addiction to things like Facebook or Twitter that they can’t function without a phone in their hands, they quite literally lock up. While I know that I can’t stop the advancement of technology, I just want to
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You know, people should care more about what kind of information they give away. I opened my Facebook account in 2007, that’s like eight years ago. Nothing prepares you for how hard it is to actually have to go through and delete four thousand five hundred-some odd pictures, every post, every like, every message, every event, every activity, everything you’ve ever done on Facebook… not because you have to, but because you want to. I’ve tried to leave Facebook in
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Dear Optimist, why are all things inevitable inherently bad?
For years I have been writing, most of what I have written has only been seen by a select few while some of what’s been published here today has never been seen by anyone, thus marking today as the first day of the rest of my life. I don’t know what makes a good writer, hell I don’t even know if I am a good writer. All I know is that my writing over the years has helped me tremendously,
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Although I tend to ignore it, I have always recognized crazy. I may sometimes disregard it, but I still see vindictive, selfishness, insensitivity and cruel. I see the ignorant, the misinformed, the uneducated, the under achievers, the broken and the lost. I can see your lies, I can read your tells and I can still feel your guilt but you’re not convinced and of course… you’re not sorry.
In a moment I want you to close your eyes. I want to share with you a thought, or an idea that resonates within me, the dreamer.
To be honest, this is genuinely entertaining. I’m sitting in the comfortable chair, which is a recliner in an enclosed garage at this multi-story house party. I know quite a few people here, which makes me feel bad because most of them are fucked up. Some of them know me, and call me by name but I can’t for the life of me remember their names. Just kind gestures in a passive manner. I’m probably a little drunk, I stopped drinking
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