Lao Tzu
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as i was lying in bed, laced with blinding rage as i always am, i kept thinking of nathan and how he has wronged me all these times. The time he didn't put me in his list of 'fucked up EF members' (maybe i don't come off as psycho as i think i am), the time he made fun of me, the time he sent those guys to beat me up. I layed in bed wondering how can i hurt him. But this rage was tempered with a soft edge, an edge i haven't felt since i was a young lass running free in the fields near mulberry street, picking strawberries with suzy and dancing the night away to guitar riffs and harmonica solos. What is this emotion, an emotion i thought i buried long ago, along with my childhood memories and assorted playthings of yesteryear.
What is wrong with me. Am i in love with nathan? is that possible? How do i explain the hate which i just use to protect my delacite internal drives, my rage which is just a knee jerk reaction to being rejected so coldly by someone whom i admire so? Are these feelings real? do they have a name?
I'd like to take this moment to admit that i now have no credibility when it comes to issues of politics or any other serious issue.
perhaps nathan & bwood can start a thread here.
What is wrong with me. Am i in love with nathan? is that possible? How do i explain the hate which i just use to protect my delacite internal drives, my rage which is just a knee jerk reaction to being rejected so coldly by someone whom i admire so? Are these feelings real? do they have a name?
I'd like to take this moment to admit that i now have no credibility when it comes to issues of politics or any other serious issue.
perhaps nathan & bwood can start a thread here.

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