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exigeons l'impossible...

demand the impossible one...

Created on 2005-03-27 22:50:27 (#6596996), last updated 2009-12-20

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Name:	Goldie
Birthdate:	1988-07-23
Location:	Barstow, California, United States
Website:	she belongs to the sea now

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this isn't a real journal, don't freak the fuck out.

This is where I ramble when I want to, and periodically check out the workings of communities of people filled with humans JUST LIKE MEEEE!

What pisses me off the most is the people who act like they’re doomed to a lonely existence because they “can’t tell” a person that they like them.

I want to tear your faces off.

Life is too short for regrets and self-applied hindrances. Grow a fucking spine and get over yourself.

Even if they say “no, get away you fucking sausage”, so what? You know what’s holding you back? You give a shit.

You think everyone else gives a shit. You think that when you walk into a room, everyone’s immediately thinking about you. There are people you pass on the street every day that you don’t give a second thought to.

To all of those people, you’re one of those people too. You’re just one of a zillion crawly little human bugs on a ball of dirt, rocks, and water, floating in an endless black sea of nothing, and relatively speaking your existence is going to fizzle out in the blink of an eye.

So stop whining about how “ohhhh, I caaaaannnn’t” and stop putting another crawly little human bug on a pedestal.

This person shits, pisses, drools, is full of blood and digestive acids, and probably has some form of occasional leaky discharge or another from their genitals just like everyone else.

Either ask out that skinbag of meat and fluids at your next opportunity, or move on.

There are only three outcomes.

One, success. Two, avoidance and moving onto someone you can actually bring yourself to talk to. Three, failure and moving onto someone you can actually bring yourself to talk to.

Two of those aren’t the outcomes you want, but none of them are what you think they will be anyway.

It’s still better than no outcome at all because you expect your psychic skinbag to magically swoop into your loins and suddenly realize all the pining away you’re doing.

You have an ideal of who and what that person is, and it’s wrong. You have an incorrect fantasy about that person that is not going to come true.

The version of your crush that exists in your head, doesn’t exist in reality.

They’re probably sitting at home in a dirty pair of sweatpants right now, picking their nose and thinking about dill pickles or chickens or some random shit like that, not how fancy and awesome their face looks when the sunbeam hits them just right.

And they sure as hell aren’t thinking about how gross and icky it would be to date you, unless you’ve given them good reason to.

Drop your own retarded illusions and you can ask out anyone you want.

But above all, stop your hesitant whining and do something about it, or just stab yourself in the face so nobody will want you.

Either way, at least make a goddamn decision.

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