Hop on a Seacow and Manatee Up

[uses4safetypins]

So after re-watching the last Daria movie and listening to lots of gaslight anthem (and many new bands) I realize that there's not enough pumpkin ale in this world to make me forget all the girls I ever dated. I also realize that I've never meant as much to them as they meant to me. I view this as a problem that should be solved.

Comments

[anonymous]

that's a peculiar conclusion to come to

[uses4safetypins]

Is it? I think too much about people who don't think about me. Thinking I should stop thinking about them and not involve myself with people who are going to be like that isn't all that far fetched.

[anonymous]

well, if you're sure they don't think about you, then agreed. but how do you know?

[uses4safetypins]

well anonymous I suppose lacking Xavier-like mind reading powers I can't know for sure if they never think about me but they certainly don't make it known and I certainly was never all that important to them which is apparent by their actions. unless they ALL happen to have some brain process utterly alien to me.