Sometimes people just don’t want to hear about complaints. People would rather just process thoughts than actually think. When I meet people who are in hcarge of pro-life movements, and actually against anti-religion, or anti-life, or anti-thought movements. These are the types of people who would like to defend racism, or other things that seem to represent some people but not all people.
I don;t understand how some people can support a life-decision, but not a like-philosophy. There is no consistency in that argument. Seldom do I see consistency in anyone’s argument. Seldom do I hear people start to talk about religion, or philosophy. Seldom do topics like that fit into other people’s arguments.
I wish I had accesss to something to “break” paper with. I want something with scissors so I can consistently cut this paper that was originally poorly cut. Like these hairs that were poorly cut from my head yesterday. Riught now I have too many long white hairs coming out of my bangs that I would like a pair of scissors and just cut them and get it over with.
Sometimes the world just makes less and less sense. I’ve probably said too much, and I’ve porobably said the wrong thing, and I should know this for myself; I should know this more of the time.
That’s when I should start to make sense.
Soetimes my days make more sense and sometimes the world makes less sense. I think it’s 11:30 in the morning. In less than 2 hours I have to be at another meeting.
I’ll just keep repeating to myself that this is supposed to be my last day here.
But nothing gets better and no problems get solved and my head still hurts and I’ve only been here over six weeks and everything still sucks.
In less than two hours I’m supposed to be gone.
That never works.
This is my life.
I still want a happy ending and I never find one.
I have written at this for way too long and used too much unreal paper. This could be my world. I still have over an hour and a half to go.
I wish I could just sleep through the pain sometimes.
