Last night, I was going out of my way to see if I could control it, but I really couldn't. It's become a reaction.

But this ties in with my previous thought: I have to wonder about this. Now, I have a few options.

a) I could give up my cruel sense of humor gradually and painfully, and meanwhile lose a little of my character among my closest friends.

b) I could turn it on and off at will, being known for someone who talks a lot of shit behind backs.

c) I could leave it as it is, and offend the easily offended.

When I look at it that way, the natural reaction is C for me, and chances are, that's how it'll stay.

I offer no disclaimers. If you take something I say too seriously, I don't want to be around you. If you're going to talk shit behind my back and act like you're above me without saying so to me, the truth is, you're wrong. I'm. Always. Right.

Ah, the disinterest spreads like a disease. I've spent days playing Halo, SimCity4, and now The Sims Bustin' Out. Gaming is back and in full swing, and I can again replace my friends. Or former. I am in a phasing out period.

That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart, mates.

You know, though, as much shit as I give the caricature, as much as she pisses me off, she only has the best intentions at heart, and I really do appreciate it. Here's to you. Way to go.

I am full of love, and I have nowhere to put it. I regret having missed out.
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