february first , two thousand two |
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times ( like these ) don't actually make me feel more alive . even with the precise reasoning and
superior clarity of all the facts that come with a very deep and solid depression .
even though i have a perfect idea of what i want , and know my future to be , some just don't see it my way . and thats fine . only thing i expect is for my wishes to be respected . don't make yer moral judgements , yer not superior to me . i have my own beliefs . they include a resolution not to infringe my beliefs on others . and the ideal that if one is at their logical conclusion , that they should take the measures that would spare the whole from supporting a dead weight . i am not beautiful nor unique . just like you . i made a promise to wait til monday . i guess we'll see then . |
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