OH MY GOD HE READ MY MIND!


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Hannah - prop says:
didn't i tell you whyi don't like twittering?

kit kat girl says:
why

Hannah - prop says:
beucase when i blog, i don't just tell people things
i craft words
and i feel like twittering doesn't give me space for that

kit kat girl says:
ohhhhhhh wahhhhhh
u artisan, u!

Hannah - prop says:
SHUT UP LAH!
YOU ARE MOCKING ME!

kit kat girl says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
u asked for it
blog this

Hannah - prop says:
I HATE YOU
ok

When I ask for advise, or an opinion to a matter, it is not an invitation to tell me how you think I should be living my entire life. And when you assume it is, it is not my fault that you get frustrated when I do not adopt your less-then-relevant ideas. It's my life. What? do you want to be responsible for my mistakes too? I-told-you-so is never really I-told-you-so because you didn't tell me about the gain with the loss. We value what we have based on our own understanding and trade as such. I am holding my own chips here in my hand. Not yours. But you can hold my other hand if you wish, as long as you don't expect it to be a leash.

I realise there's no such thing as 'how I feel about it', just how I feel right now combined with what I want. These are not mutually exclusive and feed into each other. There is, of course a general direction in which I am faced toward. The actual path of it is, however, blazed with each cautious, tentative step. One foot is called How I Feel. The other foot is named What I Want. As long as my heart is faced in the correct direction, they will blaze my trail there.

So really, all I need is patience as well as the lonely, empowering recognition that I do this all by myself. So:

I seem to you to seek a new disaster every day. You deem me due to clean my view and be at peace and lay. I mean to prove I mean to move in my own way, and say, "I've been getting along for long before you came into the play". I am the baby of the family, it happens, so everybody cares and wears the sheeps' clothes while they chaperon. Curious, you looking down your nose at me, while you appease. Courteous, to try and help, but let me set your mind at ease. Do I so worry you, you need to hurry to my side? It's very kind. But it's to no avail; I don't want the bail. I promise you, everything will be just fine. If there was a better way to go then it would find me. I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me. Be kind to me, or treat me mean. I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine

Seth says:
I don't think there's any reason to keep contact with an ex unless there's a reason to

Hannah says:
HELLO?
and what is OUR reason?

Seth says:
Undying love

Hannah says:
hahah I hate you

For the record, I disagree. Relationships evolve and people grow. Reason enough!

But as the scenery grows I see from different lights....

I tell you, there is nothing better then good food and good company and just time to be quiet. To see these hearts rally around to support and to enjoy. Times like these it's nice to step back and to hold up the bits and pieces of what I've collected to the light. The finds are surprising. So warm smiles and passionate songs, I feel safe.

Not to say that the dark things don't creep up on me when I least expect them. They do, and sometimes I'm not ready to face them. But there is something incredibly refreshing to know that there is no danger in this pain. So free falling into the experience of pain, I shall just let time roll me along like muah chee in peanut dust. Good times people!

My feelings swell and stretch I see from greater heights,
I realise what I am now to smart to mention to you.