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I am close to so few people. Friends: A lot. Aquaintances: A shitload. Close Friends: Well... not too many.
The result at this particular moment is that I feel like I have nobody to talk to at moments like these when I have something I really need to get out to someone. Because nobody feels right. I just don't talk to certain people about certain things, and then one person I really do talk to this thing about is an ass half the time who fucking overanalyzes everything. I mean, honestly. People say I use big words and complicated language. I at least usually still use it in a casual style. He sounds like he's reading out of a fucking textbook when he gives me advice, and to him everything is black and white. "Everything is black and white. Shades of grey are a product of closeness to the issue." He said that to me. He actually said that and he actually believes it. Damnit.
Christ. Sometimes I feel like just going and confiding all the details of my life to complete strangers on the net (believe me, this blog has not anywhere near all the details of my life). At least strangers could give an objective eye without being fucking assholes. I don't know why I even mentioned it to him, I've known him for two year, I should have know. But then again the whole thing with Kevin proves that what I should have known I rarely did.
Whatever. Fuckit.
The result at this particular moment is that I feel like I have nobody to talk to at moments like these when I have something I really need to get out to someone. Because nobody feels right. I just don't talk to certain people about certain things, and then one person I really do talk to this thing about is an ass half the time who fucking overanalyzes everything. I mean, honestly. People say I use big words and complicated language. I at least usually still use it in a casual style. He sounds like he's reading out of a fucking textbook when he gives me advice, and to him everything is black and white. "Everything is black and white. Shades of grey are a product of closeness to the issue." He said that to me. He actually said that and he actually believes it. Damnit.
Christ. Sometimes I feel like just going and confiding all the details of my life to complete strangers on the net (believe me, this blog has not anywhere near all the details of my life). At least strangers could give an objective eye without being fucking assholes. I don't know why I even mentioned it to him, I've known him for two year, I should have know. But then again the whole thing with Kevin proves that what I should have known I rarely did.
Whatever. Fuckit.
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You can come talk to me. Really. Even when I'm being really stupid and paranoid and bitchy, I'll still listen. Really. And I won't tell you it's black and white because it rearely ever is.
I'm here as well. You should know that.
I know what you mean about strangers. Except it's weird when you start telling them all this stuff you don't normally tell people and then decide you should never see that particular stranger again, because now they're not a stranger and they're probably more dangerous than a friend.
Sometimes I wish you would tell me things. I guess the question is, do you trust me?
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