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Mar. 25th, 2002 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kazatasupaI have no passion... my shoulders are pinned to the ground, and when I walk I am also dragging behind.
I am feeling like a fuck-up. I can taste it. God, I can taste it.
Flipping through channels today, I stopped on the Jerry Springer show. I guess that's entertainment... I cried. People are just fucking cruel. There's a reason I am in love with the idea of escaping to the wilderness... I would be alone and free of our innate ability to torture people.
I do it too, sometimes. I can be cruel... and, it's unintentional, but it's still there. It's in a look, a shrug of the shoulders, a sigh, a wave of the hand... all it has to say is, "enough of you," and the damage is done. There are times when I run out of patience, when I would rather be alone... and left behind is a person in need. People suffer, and there is nothing I can do about it. I am cause just as I am the victim...
I am feeling like a fuck-up. I can taste it. God, I can taste it.
Flipping through channels today, I stopped on the Jerry Springer show. I guess that's entertainment... I cried. People are just fucking cruel. There's a reason I am in love with the idea of escaping to the wilderness... I would be alone and free of our innate ability to torture people.
I do it too, sometimes. I can be cruel... and, it's unintentional, but it's still there. It's in a look, a shrug of the shoulders, a sigh, a wave of the hand... all it has to say is, "enough of you," and the damage is done. There are times when I run out of patience, when I would rather be alone... and left behind is a person in need. People suffer, and there is nothing I can do about it. I am cause just as I am the victim...
