Bottom line
Sometimes it is what it is: they are simple. It's just skin deep. The solution: Leave me alone and do your own thing. I want my space.
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Will I be looking at myself twenty years from now and think, why, there were so many clues, why on earth did you miss them? And HOW? Will I be thinking: smelly feet? Will I be thinking: Abysmal sense of humor? Will I be thinking: Ignored my explanations, wishes, feelings? Or will I be thinking, how on earth could I be daft enough not to say what I wanted? And that it wasn't what I was in? Will I stay in something I like quite all right (but not with all my heart) because I daftly hope that it will change? When "no changing possible" is the default setting? WYSIWYG.
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Will I be looking at myself twenty years from now and think, why, there were so many clues, why on earth did you miss them? And HOW? Will I be thinking: smelly feet? Will I be thinking: Abysmal sense of humor? Will I be thinking: Ignored my explanations, wishes, feelings? Or will I be thinking, how on earth could I be daft enough not to say what I wanted? And that it wasn't what I was in? Will I stay in something I like quite all right (but not with all my heart) because I daftly hope that it will change? When "no changing possible" is the default setting? WYSIWYG.
ronjavondermattisburg - 13. Jun, 20:06
