I always get the feeling that I the world treats me different. The world is keeping things from me for either my protection or because they think I wouldn't understand. Only the reason isn't because I'm simple. It's because I'm sensitive? Fuck if I know.
In other news the house is coming along nicely. With small things it's becoming my home. This is a good thing because I think I'm going to spend the rest of my life there.
I was thinking the other day how I always seem to get what I want but only because it falls into my lap; The house, The car, This laptop, The job, My mom coming back to California, My brother coming back to California... good credit? Everything but the one thing I want.
I hate having a cold bed. I hate the lack of superfluous knickknacks on my shelves and goofy pictures on the walls.
When will I meet her? Who is she? And why or how do I already love her?
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You should get a dog... it would solve the cold bed problem. :-)
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