Confession .172. And We Can Pick Sides, But This Is Us…

And don’t believe the narcissism
Where everyone projects and expects you to listen to ’em
Make no mistake, I live in a prison
That I built myself, it is my religion
And they say that I am the sick boy
Easy to say, when you don’t take the risk, boy
Welcome to the narcissism
Where we’re united under our indifference…

I run out of stuff to say… often.  That probably doesn’t seem likely, or possible, to some of you… but I do run out of stuff to say.

And then some of y’all open your mouths and remind me why people irritate me.

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Confession .171. I Bury Hatchets, But I Keep Maps Of Where I Put ‘Em…

I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders
Reputation precedes me; in rumors I’m knee-deep
The truth it’s easier to ignore it, believe me…


I feel like I’m… less covered than I have been lately, but then when I went back on my Flickr to look at my last several blog posts, I realized that y’all don’t see me look like a bum like I do half the time that I’m not blogging… like… jeans and a hoodie are my staple… rarely am I wearing shoes… you all only ever get to see the pretties when I make an actual EFFORT to get dressed.  Haha.

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Confession .167. What Being Dumped Feels Like…

And so it seems, I broke your heart
My ignorance has struck again
I failed to see it from the start
And tore you open til the end…

I didn’t intend for this, “What ___ feels like” to become a mini series on my blog.  I only meant to show you guys how anxiety affects me, and how I personally handle my Asperger’s… however it seems that circumstances lately are begging for another to be written.

I also didn’t intend to blog this photo.  There’s nothing new in here, except the skin, and you can’t really see the face detail to make that relevant.  Haha.  But I took it for a photo contest and really liked how it turned out… so I censored the breast area and figured it was as good a photo as any to write this particular post.

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Confession .77. But One Day You’ll Be Stronger Than All That You Beat…

Heavyweight flow, if they can’t lift you then they can’t drop you
The pinnacle, if they can’t reach you then they can’t top you
Man, they can’t do anything that you’re about to…


I don’t understand people.  I really don’t.

Like… am I supposed to?  Is this something I’m supposed to inherently understand because I’m human?  I mean… I understand decent people.  Like, decent human beings?  I got you.  You make sense to me.  However, miserable people who apparently think so lowly of themselves that they then have to turn around and try to drag the rest of us down to their particular circle of hell?

No thanks.  Like… I’m not really in an Inferno kind of mood, Dante.  Thanks, though.

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