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The normal for some is weirdness for others
From the nonsensical thoughts of your DramaQueen at 9:50 PMWhy is it that I constantly find myself standing in the middle of a battlefield? Some people are so weird. Is it because their lives are absolutely boring that they have to drag the rest of us into their whirlpool of discontent? (For the record, that would make a good song title, whirlpool of discontent)
Normally, I'm the one who stands in the sidelines staring into something that isn't really there. Why did she have to pick me? Lol.
I'd love to play the role of being the one who makes her life miserable, but I won't. Not this time. I've learned my lesson. Karma's a b***h. There is no way I'm letting bad karma get me again.
So I've decided that I am ignoring her and her pathetic attempts of garnering attention. I've probably matured. Probably. Not so sure about that yet. Found myself being all giddy when a friend gave me a sheet of Spongebob stickers.
What a sad little life she must lead. If I were in her place, I'd probably want attention as well. Kinda sad when you don't have any friends. But shouldn't she be trying to make FRIENDS instead of ENEMIES? Or is she too bipolar to understand the position she's in?
Some people are just so weird.
Normally, I'm the one who stands in the sidelines staring into something that isn't really there. Why did she have to pick me? Lol.
I'd love to play the role of being the one who makes her life miserable, but I won't. Not this time. I've learned my lesson. Karma's a b***h. There is no way I'm letting bad karma get me again.
So I've decided that I am ignoring her and her pathetic attempts of garnering attention. I've probably matured. Probably. Not so sure about that yet. Found myself being all giddy when a friend gave me a sheet of Spongebob stickers.
What a sad little life she must lead. If I were in her place, I'd probably want attention as well. Kinda sad when you don't have any friends. But shouldn't she be trying to make FRIENDS instead of ENEMIES? Or is she too bipolar to understand the position she's in?
Some people are just so weird.
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A Poem
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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