I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
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You can tell today is going to be one of these unproductive days. I can appreciate the need for privacy, I can appreciate that not all things should be in the public domain but I can not appreciate the notion that I should pretend that everything is always right in the world of Earl. Now, I'm back to being upset. I don't like being upset. Maybe I have anger management issues, who knows - I have a lot of issues, some I will admit to, most I won't. Fuck it, this is a waste of time. I need to clear my head - going for a drive to fucking nowhere.
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