Bounty bar: a person who's deliciously choc brown outside, creamy white coconut inside.
I have loads of Bounty bar days, but it hits worse when I am here and batters my head in on the 14th of August - Indi Day. Wear green, sing songs, wave a flag, do something for the country. Bloody ha.
Spent the entire day not doing much, reading Tolstoy and mulling over unfortunate realities that have come to my knowledge. Feeling the gravitational pull, a result of changing the amount of pills to pop.
Il me manque. Parce qu'il m'a nommé une idiote sans peur. Il a pensé que j'suis qq'un qui ne doit pas avoir une raison d'être, mais seulement j'dois être. Donc, je rêve de lui qqtemps. C'est bon, d'avoir un beau des rêves - j'dois pas vraiment avoir un contact, mais je peux sentir des maigres sentiments d'amour, de sécurité et de se pour fier. J'en sais pas.
She's right about one thing: most of us will eventually just settle, because waiting for or chasing after someone becomes this whole emotional roller coaster and you get nothing out of it save for useless tears and weakened spirit and self-esteem issues. And lack of trust in God.
Well, you can settle for good things: like taqwa, non-violence, non-substance abuse, justness, fairness, generosity, GSOH, a fully-loaded gun...
Then you just compromise with the rest, suck it up and suffer it, ignore it. Or leave it; at least you tried to balance reason and passion. Maybe not all of us want a lover, and are happy with a provider who's only major flaw is impotence.
I don't know: this bloody life just throws you curve balls and you constantly have to readjust your perceptions and frankly, I am getting so fed up of it all. I really wonder if I'll live beyond my thirties. Well, even twenties is doubtful, but definitely not beyond my thirties. Just a feeling I have. So bloody ill prepared for all this life-as-a-female drama and smoke.
I feel like having a Bounty bar right about now.
I have loads of Bounty bar days, but it hits worse when I am here and batters my head in on the 14th of August - Indi Day. Wear green, sing songs, wave a flag, do something for the country. Bloody ha.
Spent the entire day not doing much, reading Tolstoy and mulling over unfortunate realities that have come to my knowledge. Feeling the gravitational pull, a result of changing the amount of pills to pop.
Il me manque. Parce qu'il m'a nommé une idiote sans peur. Il a pensé que j'suis qq'un qui ne doit pas avoir une raison d'être, mais seulement j'dois être. Donc, je rêve de lui qqtemps. C'est bon, d'avoir un beau des rêves - j'dois pas vraiment avoir un contact, mais je peux sentir des maigres sentiments d'amour, de sécurité et de se pour fier. J'en sais pas.
She's right about one thing: most of us will eventually just settle, because waiting for or chasing after someone becomes this whole emotional roller coaster and you get nothing out of it save for useless tears and weakened spirit and self-esteem issues. And lack of trust in God.
Well, you can settle for good things: like taqwa, non-violence, non-substance abuse, justness, fairness, generosity, GSOH, a fully-loaded gun...
Then you just compromise with the rest, suck it up and suffer it, ignore it. Or leave it; at least you tried to balance reason and passion. Maybe not all of us want a lover, and are happy with a provider who's only major flaw is impotence.
I don't know: this bloody life just throws you curve balls and you constantly have to readjust your perceptions and frankly, I am getting so fed up of it all. I really wonder if I'll live beyond my thirties. Well, even twenties is doubtful, but definitely not beyond my thirties. Just a feeling I have. So bloody ill prepared for all this life-as-a-female drama and smoke.
I feel like having a Bounty bar right about now.
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