I bitch too much.

Sad part is, all the bitching I do in my art is what overflows daily. Because I don't bitch at the people around me.

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No, I don't want to talk about it.

Why?

Because I've thought about the outcome, and there's no way to complain about or share whats making me so... aggravated without saving face.

And if you knew me at all, you'd know that saving face is something I specialize in and hold in the highest importance. Makes the otherwise awkward and moody me as cool as I'd like to think I am.



I will say this, however, it's got alot to do with you guys (points you know who you are). I wasn't gone a month and I feel like a lifetime has passed. I had to figure out some happenings that none of you told me and when that shit compiles like it did, it stinks.
Sorry, I was trying to get a laugh out of my discontent.

Anyway, I hate change. I hate it more when a whole lot of things I'd consider important to me changes. Like when you figure out that your mom (who you love very much) had a less than respectable past, and alot of others found out. That's not what happened to me but it's a great example.

I'll get over it eventually (or so I often fool myself to believe) in the mean time, I'll do my best to keep quiet and continue dieing on the inside silently.