Why does it happen so

that I let what I'm afraid of most to happen again.

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Moral of the story

You look at yourself in the mirror, and you think you look pretty okay.

You go out, and you see someone really pretty.

You feel depressed.

You go home and go online, and you see really pretty girls too.

So you think, "Maybe I should make an effort, you know, buy some nice clothes and make up."

And made an effort you did, with nice clothes and make up.

You look at yourself in the mirror, and you think you look pretty okay.

You go out, and you see someone really pretty.

You feel depressed.

You go home and go online, and you see really pretty girls too.

So you think, "Maybe I should make an effort, you know, buy some nice clothes and make up."

And made an effort you did, with nice clothes and make up.

You look at yourself in the mirror, and you think you look pretty okay.

Excerpt

They could lay there and trace constellations out of the sky until the universe ran out of mysteries and never be bored of each other's company.

She had seen mankind at its ugliest, but still managed to find him beautiful.

But dawn was coming. The dawn of a new world, a new creation. Mankind would never experience this world.

Their own making, she thought. She felt no remorse for the species.

He turned to face her at the exact same moment she turned to face him. The simple action performed simultaneously had almost been enough to make her stay.

She hated the ambivalence.

"Goodbye," she whispered, as she leaned over to kiss his forehead.

He stared at her.

When she looked back, his eyes were no longer on her, but instead on sky.

"See you later," he said almost casually.

***

Right. Another piece of meaningless writing. Fits my current mood though.

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Salad fingers

Why bacon is better than true love

Bacon stays with you, in your arteries, forever. True love doesn't.

D'oh

THIS IS LIKE THE WORST SIMPSONS VIDEO. EVER.

Hmph

Mom: Want to eat chocolate?

Me: !

Mom: Oh wait your face like that better don't eat.

Me: ........

Interlude

He likes llamas.

“Llamas are good,” he says.

Mysterious. How mysterious.

She does not approve.

“Llamas are smelly,” she insisted.

He shook his head, but did not bother to reply.

The pause dragged and lengthened into a pregnant silence, full of expectancies.

She does not approve.

“But llamas are smelly,” she repeated, to fill the silence.

His mouth twitched.

She stared.

The clock ticked.

Still, she stared.

The clock tocked.

He turned to leave.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but silence triumphed.

He left.

And the clock ticked.

Failure - Laura Marling

Is there a reason why I'm feeling cynical again?