i just finished ayn rand's "the fountainhead."
it leaves me validated and needless in my solitude.
while simultanously confused in my theology.
i am too sensitive when it comes to human relations.
fuck them.
give me some comics and a movie.
its not that i hate people. i hate what people do to me.
too weak to stand strong for my beliefs.
cave to influence. a sheep to the principles of others.
no thanks, i'll just stay right here.
walking by myself.
thinking by myself.
if you want to walk with me
your free to join along.
free for us to both love and hate everything about each other.
free from caring.
free.
1:19 p.m. - 2005-07-06
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