Do some soul-searching. Misuss does not want to do soul-searching.
You seem to have a very cynical look in life, on most days. Why is that so, Misuss? One day you're like Sarah Silverman, the next you're like the happiest airhead in town. Ignorance is bliss, maybe. Atheism is not a bad thing. Being asexual isn't too.
Being optimistic does not hurt. Misuss is sad. Misuss is hurt. Misuss has nerves of steel. Misuss can control her emotions. But Misuss is hurt. Misuss has a Heart. A black Heart. But she feels hurt.
Soul-searching might bring her to a Halt. Halt. Halt. Stop and not Go. Halt. Misuss believes she is happy. Because Misuss Lies to herself that she's happy. Lies takes away the obvious. But Misuss is better that way. Misuss is happier with Lies. I know that when Misuss smiles, she is Hurt. Because Misuss constantly Lies.
Foolish Misuss, she has no One. None to Love. Because all are Dead. It is better that the living are Dead. They are better that way.
But behind all the Lies, there is always Truth in just.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
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