One thing I've noticed about me finally, is that I suck at goodbyes - be it saying it or meaning it, I just can't pull it off.
Which raises the question of how I look at things when it ends - bitter cold or cherry sweet. Then again, if I cannot define the actuality of going apart, being seperated, or see you next tme, then there's really no point talking about it in the first place.
Common sense could be derived from the above - I'm just saying I'm not good at it. But psychological analysis would mean I can't let things go. The categories therefore grows far and wide and encompasses a whole expense of theories and thesises. It can even reach the distance of prophecies and deciferies.
Hell. All I'm saying is, I would love to be where I am.
I think tblog's fixed the time, but heck: blogged 3rd Feb 06, 3:33AM, Friday, 2326 hits.
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