i have been thinking: how some of us, in this crude life cycle, refuse to grow up. and how some of us become the people we hate: loud, opinionated, compulsive thinkers, with a lot to say but nothing to offer in the form of action. and how some of us become cynics, a pseudo-pacifists, not easily moved, not affected by anyone. and how some of us are desperately searching for something to pull ourselves out of depression; rather than enlarging ourselves, some of us have narrowed and diminished it almost to the point of nonexistance. and how some of us are just literally too stupid to insult...

so, stop.

stop asking me how i feel about it, how i feel about you. im not a communist, not self-righteous and easily angered. especially when i no longer want to feel (for you).