i like people the same way that i like monkeys at the zoo.
they are fun to look at and observe
interesting to learn about.
and sometimes joy can be derived from interacting with them.
but sooner or later they are gonna start throwing their crap on you
and thats when you wish you were looking at the antelope.
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it seems the lonelier i get the less social i become.
i now hate small talk and all its empty promises.
i would rather not talk about the greatness of that new tv show/movie/ band/war.
i would rather not talk at all.
i long for friendships in which silence is not akward.
where we can walk and look at the lights of the city and not ever say a word, but yet know that somehow something deep was shared between us.
i am tired of the shallow
longing for the real
but yet, you cant get deep until you start at the surface.
sometimes i dont want to start at all.
3:20 p.m. - 2003-11-01
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