Just trying to make my way ~~~ in the dark
Why is life so complicated when we all what the same shit? Why do we HATE? So much? What makes us cut down Mr. Anonymous....especially when we are Ms. Anonymous? Why bother?
Romance, kiss, but BREATHING ROOM
Jealousy is for peasants. adults speak
I am blonde, but not this blonde. And fuck your stereotypes. I'm not an idiot....but I play one for money.
It's been awhile....since I gave a fuck.
Most things in life can be rented but never owned.
Love me, Hate me. Talk about me amongst yourselves.
Your priorities fucking suck.
(there is more....)
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An interesting selection of thoughts, Vanessa Sue. I can see, in my mind's eye, your keeping a pen and paper next to your bed. I also can see your jotting down thoughts when you awaken. Isn't that what all good writers do?
I tried to match your thoughts among themselves. There are the "jealous" thoughts, of course. You write of women who are jealous of you and who talk behind your back. You rightly conclude that their "priorities fucking suck."
You posted two other thoughts of a different kind: "Romance, kiss, but BREATHING ROOM," and "Most things in life can be rented but never owned." I think you mean that you love your freedom. I think you mean that you must have breathing room. I think you mean that you'll never be owned.
Isn't that the way all real men want you to stay -- forever?
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