december 21, 2012. end of the world.

"you just don't see it the way i do."

i discovered how much it was simple to get to someone, it's the level of content that's the difficulty. you see, i believe the most influential minds that abide by largicistic surrounds make it a possessive matter for that mind to allow another person with a different kind of interpretation to pretty much talk to them.

i can't get over the fact that it hurt. but i'm over the hurt, and over the fact.
and it's not surprising that no one can get me, but what is there to get. is it cause your mind isn't as intertwined? is it a ball of threadless..thread? or is the connectivity of impermeable electrons that spark intellegence difficult?

i just called you stupid.

maybe, it's just cause.. we're not meant to be. thank you, that's all.

i really don't give a fuck about the time that i can't have. and the things that waste my good piece of delicious time.

"if that's the best, then does that mean you had every one of that thing in the world?"

how will you ever know the best?

consistency counts perpendicular to constantly parallel to durability and duality.

like anyone cares, but december 12, 2012 is speculated to be the end of the world.

day before my birthday.

shit.