Aren't we good enough? Not smart enough? Voting for the wrong party? Too loud? Am I too much of an idiot to be graced with your presence, your approval? What do you want? What would make you happy?
Do you have to look at me like that? Are you that insecure? I'm sorry my IQ is nowhere near yours. I'm sorry my attention span is like that of a small rodent. I'm sorry I'm lazier than H.Simpson. I'm sorry I can't seem to change the fucking tune. I'm sorry my vulgarity embarrasses you. Am I really worth so little in your opinion? You used to be such a big part of my life, I'd tell you anything. Now I'm paranoid. What do you say to her when my back is turned? Do you laugh? Bitch? Moan? Threaten? Imagine your life differently?
Will you actually miss us? Me? Them? Will you?
I'm sorry you're not happy. Really.
The Self-absorbed-illiterate Torch xx
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My favourite quotes. Misc.
- William James: To change one's life, start immediately, do it flamboyantly, no exceptions.
- Thomas Moore: The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don't have a soul.
- Agatha Christie: I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
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