Wednesday, March 22

i was walking with a ghost

good morrow fair readers. I do apologise for not writing very often and doubting in your exsistance. I could continue by say "but yada yada", but yada yada i'm not doing that. and there i go again with the "but". to say "but" in the english sence of the word meaning "however" or "although" not ones rear end, is like to sit on the fence. "i like this colour but the blue is speaking to me", or "i like you too but i think we should just be friends" or "yeah i did say you were a slut behind your back but only because i was worried about your future". Like what a load of crap. not that i've ever said any of those quotes, but come on, what a complete load tip-toeing around what you really want and want to say. i've started to get sick of myself for all the little "but"s i put in everywhere. its like i can't go a day without stating two sides to a story with a but inbetween them. maybe it shows i'm open minded or maybe it just shows how undecisive i am. "i want to move english classes but i don't want to leave kathy all by herself" garg. i have to be more stubborn with myself before i can be more stubborn with others. but then again, who knows if i still believe in what i've spent the last ten minutes writing.... and who cares?

but count of twelve

i said please, please don't insist...


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