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April 30th, 2001

(no subject) [Apr. 30th, 2001|09:37 am]
Sean
[Somedays I feel a little: |melancholymelancholy]

isn't it ironic, don't you think?

*sighs*

i'm so very tired with this soap opera life. so very, very tired...

*sighs*

i also tire of knowing things that i either shouldn't know about or that i ought to have realized weren't just my imagination. i ignore my intuitions and just continue on like life is peachy, thinking that it must be a) paranoia, b) reading too much into things, c) something i can't fix before its final fall, so why try?, or it falls into the miscellaneous reasons why i just choose to disregard the knowledge. so much stored up in this head of mine that i just let slip away into limbo. i know i'm making no sense to anyone, and that's probably just one more example of me being an escapist, running or ignoring my major problems in the name of continuing on to the next day. more to come later when i've solved this hunger problem i'm having...
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in case you ever wondered why Ray Bradbury never said "Ray Bradbury Theater" on his show... [Apr. 30th, 2001|02:46 pm]
Sean
[Your mom ain't listening to |Dead Alewives - Ray Bradbury]

"Hello, I'm Ray Bradbury, and this is Hunter S. Thompson's Shark Tank!"

"Hello, I'm Ray Bradbury, and welcome to the Monkey House!"

"Hello, I'm Ray Bradbury, and I'm finger licking good!"

"Hello...I'm...um...Ray...Bradbury..."

"Say it!..." "I can't..." "Come here! Come here old man...*fart*....Now say it!" "I can't..." "Say it or die!"

"Hello, I'm Ray Bradbury, and welcome to Ray Bradbury Theater."
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(no subject) [Apr. 30th, 2001|10:02 pm]
Sean
*can't help but shake his head at all the damage done in the time that he stopped caring*

this post goes out to all those people IRL who i stopped worrying about for too long whose lives, whether or not i could have made an impression on them by actually being there or having cared more about, who have screwed up, done stupid things, broken things that were once beautiful and lovely, wonderous and grand, or simple and peaceful; it goes out to those whom i wish i'd been more attentive to, that i'd made more of an effort to spend time with whom i might have helped along the right path, or at least nudged them in the direction of it.

i'm sorry i seemed like i stopped caring. i'm sorry i disappeared. i'm sorry things have spiralled down into the pits that they are. i wish i might have tried to help. i wish i'd been there to try and help in your times of need or even as a distraction. i felt ignored, and when i didn't feel ignored, i felt hated, or worse yet, an annoyance. i watched as so much happened to destroy the lives of so many good people, and yet stood off in the shadows. my presence may have made a difference, but i doubt it. but the chance for me to have made that difference is lost, and by this i am saddened. so to you all who i may have left behind or have faded away from, i just want to let you know that i'm sorry, and that i still find compassion for you within my heart. may you all find a little peace of mind someday. until then, i'm here, you know, should you need me...

we now return you to your regularly scheduled program...
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