hi.

The human body/mind is unique. It is a palindrome of time and space. It starts out weak, if need of guidance and help, and tragically, ends the same way. But there is grace in it. The things we are capable of building, yet things we are capable of destroying. We can inspire, or we can depress. We come from the stars, to the stars we shall return. We care more about who wore what more than discovering the secrets of the universe. We care more about making our own stockpile of money than sharing with those less fortunate. We never think of being in someone else's shoes when those shoes are torn apart, dirty, and worn out. We allow people to do evil things to others just because it isn't us being victimized. We crave power but know not what to do with it. We care about our children's health but not our planet's health; the only place that can sustain life. We can do better. We must. We have no choice.

[THE END]

Why? Why do you act a certain way on a certain day? You act hostile because of something I've done? Explain it. You can't. You shut me off when I try to help you or be funny to cheer you up. And you just treat me like shit. And when you need help or whatever, why should I come to your aid? I just can't grasp it. Maybe we're not friends. Maybe we never were. Maybe you just acted like you were my friend because you wanted to have fun with me. Whenever I'm near you, I get the feeling you just wanna talk down to me and shit. But if I make one little statement about something you hate, you go mad. Why? Is it because you know it's true? Is it because you know I'm right? The most asked question: Why? I can't believe I used to like you. I don't see how I could. Ever since I stopped drinking, I don't like you a lot. My mind was clearer when I was drunk. I didn't feel the pressures of seeing you. I can't see how people put up with you on a daily basis. You make me wanna kill you. Just stab you in the eyes repeatedly. I can't believe it. And even after all this shit, I would still be there for you. I don't know why I would be, but I would. I might not like it, but the morals of my conscience tell me it's the right thing to do, even though you wouldn't help me up if I tripped or the curb.

We all hate them; the uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel the need to talk, why are we so uncomfortable with just being quiet and sharing the moment? And how does this start out? We meet. We have a few laughs and on of its gets the courage to ask for a date. We feel nervous, chemicals in our brains thinking of love and forever. Hormones raging, breathing heavily, eyes dilated. We meet somewhere for the date. Just say hi. But all you want to do is confess your love, but "No! It'd be too weird and too early". So we talk about bullshit, to make ourselves feel better. It's scary. Golden Girl.

#WCW

Thanks @feliciathegoat @higashi

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