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Sometimes I do

feel as if I’m locked in a cage. A cage I’ve placed myself in. A cage I’ve engineered to protect myself from dangers. Yet the cage in itself is my main fault. My main inhibitor.

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1802: Beethoven completes and dedicates this sonata to his pupil, Julie Guicciardi, who he had been in love with.

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Ryan Gosling singing “You Always Hurt The Ones You Love” in Blue Valentine (2010).

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Just Because — Lloyd Price

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And converstaion. I’m in dire need of some conversation.

Thinking positively (I stared at this title blankly for awhile)

Only thinking about thinking can make my stomach hurt. I suppose it is good though to force myself to do the things that make me uncomfortable. Writing has become one of those things. I feel very flawed in a lot of what I do daily. So writing becomes nerve wracking in the sense that I know all of that is going to come out when I put words to thoughts.

But as I go through the day, there are lots of words, words go through my head. I stare at people and think of a million adjectives to describe them. Be it a physical or emotional trait. People in front of me are just a pile of words. Words I could use to some them up. The simpler the word, the less I like them.

So, I was going to talk about thinking positively correct?

It occurred to me today that everything’s going to be ok. That I will be good. And so I will be.

I don’t feel like writing right now.

(Sorry I just got really distracted and may now go masturbate, possibly.)

-V

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Françoise Hardy - Mon amie la rose

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but to fold into the body of another body is a beautiful thing, it really is. it is something i will always feel the need for, the need to feel.

All, we, us. Are good words. To want to be a part of something is a human characteristic.

Needed. Needed for the survival and procreation of our species. What happens when people no longer have this need?

What happens to a human when it sees itself singularly apart from it’s surrounding peers? Is that a natural adaptation, needed for the survival of that kind of human?

Or is it against the greater good and therefore wrong?

-V

nevver: I feel fine/nothing.