This is the kind of stuff I used to listen to.
I need more.
When I meet someone and they ask me what kind of music I like, I find it very hard to answer. It's like being psychoanalyzed, everyone is going to think they know you.
NO ONE CAN KNOW YOU. It's impossible. Even if you tried to give them yourself, your essence will slip through the cracks. I don't even think we are equipped as humans to understand and dig into everything that makes up another person. It's hard enough to even understand yourself. All else is arrogance.
It bothers me that people get me wrong. It bothers me when people tell me what decisions to make, how each one will affect my life. Do not presume to fortune tell with me. Do not presume that you are being helpful. I am open to mistakes. Let me make my own.
This was disjointed. I more or less apologize (*less).
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THE COLOR OF LOW SELF ESTEEM
what i never
learned
from my mother
was that
just because someone desires you
does
not mean they value you.
desire is the kind of thing that
eats you
and
leaves you starving.
-miguu
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