I mean, how can something or someone appear one way but be so another?
are they all just lying to me? Or is it something more...
and I mean, we're all the same, but how is it that they're the same as me?
and really there is no truth at all
(besides that I'm a solipsist worse than Descartes, but really that's all I know)
but I mean, how many can one person hold?
and why am I worrying about the nature of humanity, I have much more pressing concerns like my physics grade and tomorrow night's plans
II. and I come to write, but the concreteness of words dissolve the iron resistance of that feeling
III. If you've been here for long enough, you may notice that certain posts are conspicuously missing from the sidebar, don't try to find them because they're done with
and it's too bad you still won't forget
IV. and when things are over
they're over
and it's kind of sad
unless it's not
V. but it could just take me, right now
I really don't understand why it hasn't yet
