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Disappointment

Not sure why I ever expect anything else but I always manage to feel let down; I know what I want and I do nothing to get it except complain when I don't. I know that I want to be happy and what do I do? I be sad, and afraid and not very happy at all. And why? Because I have bugs in my brain that just love to make my life uncomfortable and as unfullfilling as possible. I want to be free and what do I do? I become a slave to everyone and everything so that I am no longer me but an image of passivity and repressed desires. If I were free, I would scream from the top of a building my opinions and kiss that freaking stupid boy and then do terribly explicit activities with him, but none of that can happen until I can accept myself and reject the possibility of disappointment.
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May 20, 2012
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