I think about the meaning of pain. Pain is personal. It really belongs to the one feeling it. Probably the only thing that is your own. I like mine.
Henry Rollins
i am a miserable lonely bastard..... its funny how comfortable i feel sharing my true self with strangers.... as opposed to people i actually know. yes im drunk blogging, but its better then the alternative... so i got really drunk tonight and started texting someone and telling them things i should have kept to myself. but what can you do, right? my darkest secret is... Read More
i think many people are similar. its tough to truly put yourself out there and say what you mean all the time. many say that they do, but i feel that everyone is a little afraid to truly let all fo themselves be vulnerable to the world.
There are a whole lot of things you don't know. Like what, a dog dreams. You can make up a story about him chasing rabbits. But you don't know if there's rabbits in there or not. And he can't tell you now, can he? People don't say what they mean, either, so you don't know anymore about them than you do about that dog's dream.