CaliFORNICATEing

Haha look what I wrote a couple weeks ago..

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Long gone are the days of my inane need to dwell on the past, only to be replaced by an abundance of curiosity for the future.

A wise woman once accused me of choosing to be miserable. Saying I enjoyed being morose, dejected, despondent. Always hopeless. To despise myself and hate all those around me. Well grandmother, it seems you do have insight into the gloom that is me. I admit that I do have a tendency to see The Cup as completely empty, isn't it easier to be alone? Disappointment weighs on me so heavily that I try to avoid human interaction as much as possible..


In retrospect, my tendency toward alienation was and is the sole cause of my self deprecation. All I've ever known has been self loathing and apathy, so now that I'm finally happy, I keep finding myself questioning my actions.


"Is this real?"


Don't underestimate my eternal hate for a majority of the human race, I've still got some spite in me yet.

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Hahaha I clearly never got around to finishing it, but the intention to keep on with my writing is still there. WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?! Sounds like I was starting to get all 'deep' and shit. Didn't I used to be funny? (Depending on who you ask.) I miss writing about the people I meet that make me miserable. I miss writing about all the unbelievable situations I situate myself into.

Looking back at previous posts has really made me miss writing (complaining), whether my writing is worth reading or not, I don't care anymore.. it's a hobby I enjoy and I plan on starting back up again on a regular basis. First I have to convince my boyfriend to let me keep my legs closed for at least an hour while we're home.

XXX
Miranda