And next I will tell you of the city guarded by an unnamed an ineffective saint. All of its citizens have been born there and inevitably return there, no matter how long they have lived away from it. Generally, they end up living near the place they were originally born in. It is a city of artists and of discourse, where the artists burn with desire and create with their brushes, notes, and pens that which they will never have. And the discussions, well...the discourse never ends, so much so that it becomes the mindless drone of a thousand voices, all seeking to speak at once and saying nothing. Voices of hypocrites that refuse to remain silent.
The artists seek to overcome this drone by creating offerings to their imagined loves every day with the skills they are the most clever with. They dream endlessly of the day they will leave the city indefinitely with their beloved, and they produce work without end to overcome the insanity. What they are not aware of is that their dream lovers do take form--
They simply do not recognize them in waking; they pass them by daily, thinking them to be strangers.
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Translation:
I HATE MY LIFE! Could somebody possibly get me out of this god forsaken city? I keep meeting insane women here, or else perfect women 30,000 miles away. You know, basically ANYWHERE but here.
I AM SICK OF THIS BULLSHIT! I pride myself on being a strong girl, but damn, I have been crushed too many fucking times to do this shit anymore and if everybody else has a right to be a coward at intimacy, then I sure as hell do too. I've been playing this fucked up game for over two years now. I don't want to date around anymore because it's stupid. I want this struggle to come to an end. Nobody wants just me and nothing else. There's always a catch.
I am going absolutely NOWHERE with my life.
The artists seek to overcome this drone by creating offerings to their imagined loves every day with the skills they are the most clever with. They dream endlessly of the day they will leave the city indefinitely with their beloved, and they produce work without end to overcome the insanity. What they are not aware of is that their dream lovers do take form--
They simply do not recognize them in waking; they pass them by daily, thinking them to be strangers.
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Translation:
I HATE MY LIFE! Could somebody possibly get me out of this god forsaken city? I keep meeting insane women here, or else perfect women 30,000 miles away. You know, basically ANYWHERE but here.
I AM SICK OF THIS BULLSHIT! I pride myself on being a strong girl, but damn, I have been crushed too many fucking times to do this shit anymore and if everybody else has a right to be a coward at intimacy, then I sure as hell do too. I've been playing this fucked up game for over two years now. I don't want to date around anymore because it's stupid. I want this struggle to come to an end. Nobody wants just me and nothing else. There's always a catch.
I am going absolutely NOWHERE with my life.
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Oh come now. Your life is bulging with adventure.
You got plenty of stuff going on.
I think there might be a big lesbian scene down here in San Diego. I couldn't say for sure though.
BTW are you in college or something? That's a good place to get some action.
I went to college to get a social life. For real. Plus it seemed like the thing to do anyway.
I might have go again things are pretty dried up for me.
If you truely love someone. All that matters is that their happy with or without you. Try contacting this person and finding if that is true.
And you if you want to be loved then you must give love without prejudice. By accepting people for who they are and not judging them. One day someone will see the warmth and compassion and combine that with the fact that you're cute. Won't be able to live happily without you. Give what you desire.
Good luck, good people are hard to find for anyone.