The real purpose was for me to finally let it all out. I felt like an odious piechart. You’re a piechart! Too many slices that wont let me sleep at night. Hateful, detestable, repugnant, disgusting. All me and all mine. And as I said last year, knowing nothing is better than knowing it all. I was happy that way… thinking that I can use all the infos and complaining in the same time that I didn’t want to know them. Then you came along and told me that all knowledge is worth having. Now I’m just confused and i’ve lost my sense of reality. Or meaning.
The cat came to me and said: “You realize you’re walking right into her trap. Challenge her, then. She may not play fair, but she won’t refuse. She’s got a *thing* for games.” But the voice in my head kept giving me the heebie geebies: “Be clever, Miss. Even if you win, she’ll never let you go!”
{“When you see an introvert lost in thought, don’t say “What’s the matter?” or “Are you all right?” Don’t say anything else, either.}
NO COMMENT…
Dear Romica…
Your place is anywhere but here…
.k
DRM, daca vrei sa continui sa apari pe al meu blog trebuie sa realizezi ca nu permit aceasta exprimare si abordare la adresa nimanui. Nu e locul, nu e momentul si nici nu e persoana. Nici eu nu folosesc doar limba romana asa ca al tau comentariu este deplasat.
Cred totusi ca intelegi.
Back off.