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It's a combination of things. One thing piled on top of the others. It's not just one thing that has gotten me to where I am. And I don't mean this positively. I have finally just now come to the realization of what things have brought me to this position. This is a self-destructive combination.
Dullness. Boredom. Yeah, why do I feel like this has to do with the fact that I don't have a boyfriend? It really should not have to do with that at all.. Being a woman sucks. Dull. Dull. Dull. Eligible bachelors hit me up! Just kidding. I'm not really interested.
WARNING: LIFE SUCKS.
Warning: It has the potential to be the opposite.
I was warned to be careful. I was warned to not let myself get hurt. I was warned you were crazy. Why didn't I listen? I should have listened... you are crazy.
MORALITY DOESN'T EXIST. AT ALL. HA!
To suppose is to assume or to guess. It really is a weak verb. It is not definite. It is uncertain. It also has a hint of indifference in its tone.
Half of what I wanted. Half of what I needed. Never complete. Always just half. Half a step forward, isn't really a step forward? I never have it all. I can only have half.
Evidence to be right. Evidence to be wrong. Twisted and manipulated it can kill you. But conveyed properly it's your salvation. What evidence was there for Troy Davis? Or Casey Anthony? What evidence wasn't there?
How I love my yellow couch. It is funny to think of all the rooms it has been in. My mom is always moving it around. And to think of all the people that have sat on it. Or how I spilled hot chocolate all over it. I love that couch.
Crouch... Crouch like a cat? Crouch like a creeper? Basically bend over to sneakily spy or achieve an objective without being seen. But if someone can use this word to describe someone else's behavior... then that person's "crouching" was in vain.
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