"Of Course the Story Could be Wrong..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

There's nothing interesting to say. I'm tired of writing about all the things that are wrong; they're always the same things. There's nothing new to say.

Aside from being ill, I'm sick.

And I have memories I want to tell somebody, but I don't know who to tell. I talk too much already. I just don't know.

Is my solution for everything when I get here: I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.

Comments

[tomecatti.livejournal.com]

Never, ever say that you talk too much. get tired of talking, get sick of talking. but you never talk too much. Share the memories here; share them in a locked post; share them over aim, or yim, or msn; share them with your friends. If they mind, they aren't that good of friends, you know?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I do, though. I mean, it's a perfectly simple fact; I do talk a blue streak. Is a bad habit I've had for years. Also, I tend to find one or two people I really trust, or really can talk to, and then do nothing but talk to them; and there's just some point where that gets tiresome.

[tomecatti.livejournal.com]

naaah. I'd argue coherently, but i'm not coherent enough to argue.