[BACKGROUND] this is a snippet of another entry from the almighty, legendary livejournal, written november 15, 2006.
[PURPOSE] prior to these concluding paragraphs posted here, i had written a whole lot of crap - something about my lack of keys or something or another... choleric, tetchy matter not worth your dear time. it was after writing that shit not worth your time that i somewhat pulled it together and wrote what is written here.
"UNTITLED 2 (101506)"
i've said this before - a few months ago - and it's distressing to know i feel the same, and this is one huge generalization if i ever heard one, but i don't care to elaborate and cry about my sad life anymore because there's dying kids out there on the streets, but i don't feel good.
the funny thing is, whenever you tell someone you don't feel too hot, they tell you to go see a psychiatrist or something because they don't want to deal with it. that's people. by fortuity, i've had, and i believe i always will have, the right people there, people with that innate sensitivity, to ask me what's wrong. i hope i reciprocate but will undyingly thank whoever merits the gratitude for this rare compassion; there are only so many people with such humanity. but i don't want that. if there was someone out there who could just solve my problems with charging five hundred bucks an hour to talk to me, then i'd better start saving up.
i know i'm doing this the wrong way, and i'm discounting what some people search for for a lifetime. but unfortunately, sometimes, i'm people, too.
