I hate it when I end up dragged into other peoples mess.
like when two girls are fighting over a guy and I try to stay out of it, but they drag me into it anyway, just for an example.

With reasons beyond explanation, all too often I find myself brought in to arbitrate matters that are not my own.

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I hate it when people, especially family members, blame me for something I did not do.

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I got accused of something I did not do...again.

I like convoluted plots☆

I miss some of my writting partners.

@amorphical
Same here.

All too often I make the mistake of believing the everyman, the lay person, can overcome themselves in even the smallest thing. If I know I will be endlessly disappointed in the vast, writhing sea of persons, why is it I convince myself that they need "Just another chance." to succeed? Yet when they attempt, if at all let me clarify, it never amounts to what is desired? So why bother dealing with them at all and simply not regarding them as generally irrelevant until they consistently show signs of promise? Why, even then, feel some fragment of similarity to them just because they accomplished the task put forth? I do not have an answer to these things but it is a fact I scold myself for being too hopeful in this capacity.

I like stars☆

So yesterday, I was watching AHS, Season three, Coven.

And, as some of you may know, Stevie Nicks appears as a guest star on a few episodes, so of course I immediately go "Holy Shit, it's Stevie Nicks."

Through a thirty second conversation I learned that my best friend had no idea who Stevie or Fleetwood Mac was, so I felt the need to educate him.

Anyway, my point is I've been listening to nothing but Fleetwood Mac for the last twenty-four hours. More specifically the songs Seven Wonders and Dreams. Yes. Seriously.

I'm always tired or have to pee.

When I hear others speaking of regret in their life choices I am left to wonder if it is better or worse that I feel no such thing.

Lately I would need to be alone - physically alone - in a known, liked environment. It is surprisingly hard to explain to someone you live with...

I've learned hot apartment = my brain will not f*cking write, no matter how long I spent at my word processor.

I am a consistent soul to a fault, so much so that one of the greatest ongoing complaints about my character and being is that this felid never varies or wavers. It is often questioned of me how I might live such a life, one so consistent and unchanging, but I believe the answers for that to be obvious; I am as I am, as I have been and will be. There is something divine to this and seeing that I am irrevocably tied to at that, as I cannot vary even if I so wished to. This world is forever full of change now, a great flood of turmoil and uncertainty, the kind that has filled up every low place and left only the highest points, the greatest peaks, standing timeless now as islands. However, man sails life as his vessel, seeking harbor wherever he can find it; would it not be reasonable then to be that thing unchanged by the eons? Surely he would drown without it, yet here he is, swift to curse it. He cannot live with it and he cannot live without it, only infuriated that unlike everything else, he cannot govern it.

Yesterday I went to bed with earplugs on and I'm happy to report I slept through the night without being woken up by Satan's snores.

i, a few times, only had a bagel for dinner because i was not very hungry at all.

It matters not how much I sleep truthfully, I do always prefer to sleep more. The world of dreams always calls with its looming haze beckoning, off to live lives many times over yet again. The waking world often comes to be far less exciting in contrast.