mindless drabbles.

[spokeydokey]

Sometimes all of the small, little trivial things floating in the air bind together against me and cloud my vision, making me frustrated, irritated, furious, desparate, etc, etc, etc. Sick sick sick, mostly. Nothing around you is yours, and sometimes you stop to realize this. No one can really stake claim to anything and everyone is a puddle of

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[lovebreaksheart]

i read your entry, and then i read this quote. it seemed fitting for the moment being....

"I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature. I discovered that I am not disciplined out of virtue but as a reaction to my negligence, that I appear generous in order to conceal my meanness, that I pass myself off as prudent because I am evil-minded, that I am conciliatory in order not to succumb to my repressed rage, that I am punctual only to hide how little I care about other people's time. I learned, in short, that love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac."
--Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores