When did I start to question everyone’s motives? Not believe that there are some who just want to help people, for no lesser intent? When did childhood end? Perhaps I was not there for it, at all, that it snuck up and around me, and I became jaded surreptitiously, without ever thinking it could happen to me... until that was what I was. Do you remember back in the sweetnesses of youth when no one said anything that was not to your face, or that they were such innocent, the lies — no one died when you told them you got to third base with that girl who never even gave you the time of day. Do I remember correctly, that somewhen, way way back, that I couldn’t wait to get older? It is not that I agree with the adage that youth is wasted on the young, but just the regret that we got older in the way that we did. Like wild stallions, broken to be ridden.
I even have to catch myself at times, rationalizing that I want something for some reason something like opposite the real reason that I desire it. Has it truly come to this? No one will give you a fair shake, unless you’re carefully measuring that shake along the way. And even then, I’d not be 100% sure that everything was quite the kosher with any dealing in which currency of some sort is changed hands. Is that why we lie to the kids, tell them that the moon is made of cheese, that storks brought the baby — that money doesn’t matter — in a vain attempt to steal the innocence away for ourselves? Always in search of the Tree of the Forgetting of Good and Evil, to return to the idylls of unknowing... Bah. Humbug, I say. The next time someone tells me something, I’m going to take it at face value. And no one is going to tell me different. Poopiehead.
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11:29pm tuesday, 8th august
We all die in our own arms.
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8:27pm thursday, 10th august
I don't know what to tell you all.Thats the way it went.
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10:35pm thursday, 10th august
God and Satan. Same source, same cowards. Religion Losers.
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