ejaculate, and disperse

I don't like cute. I don't like pretty. I don't like nice. Thank you and goodbye.

In a way, I am protecting myself. Most of the time, we are alone, and the world can be blunt and extremely forceful and direct. Sometimes it feels weird and monotonous; the way I tell myself it'll all be over and everyone will be parallel to each other. Unfortunately, there was a jackass today in a crisp shirt. As I was saying, we will be equals; you are not entitled to your deeds and neither am I to mine.

 I have lost my bearings but Cornelius believes I'll find another well-equipped map. I suppose I must tread lightly in the dark until then.

You have a dark personality. Haven't you been listening to what I've been saying about walking in badly lit tunnels?

You can actually file a lawsuit against someone for infliction of emotional distress. File a lawsuit against yourself.

Anything to do with me? Anything to do with your love life? Anything to do with your education?
Thank you. I think I was just very tired.

"What we resist, persists." That is the single most elucidative truth I've read in 2 years. My psychological dissociation needs to be dealt with swiftly, otherwise waking up today with these apologies would have been a waste of time.

There was a period of time, in my earlier years, during which I had a fondness for many types of disclosure. I've come to see now that there is little use in that, and many unlawful things can spawn from it. I don't really give a damn about betrayal.

The recent frivolities have opened me up a little bit. But dearest, 3 days of silence won't raise your value in his eyes. Neither will it heal you.

I have a vendetta against stunted pineapples.

It is difficult to comprehend sanity. It is tiring to question it. I suppose that should explain these recent vertigos and mental fatigue. Swimming in the head. 

Single journeys, you hold your own hand and make your own way.

I wanted to cry out of confusion the minute I tasted the taste I thought I hated. It was an urge driven purely by avarice and the need to be perceived differently. Alas, it made me no different than them. I cannot afford to regret deeds for the feeling will linger too long for my own good. I must say, I wish I wanted something different at that moment. Reciprocity alongside assurance. My wants clarified or maybe, just maybe, to dissolve the temporary problems.

Now where did my scruples go?

I can write off reciprocity now. Perhaps we should move on to natural disasters or life-threatening situations?