I wrote that, I guess about a year ago. I just found it in an old notebook as I was going through some of the clutter in my room. It sounds like something I would have written in a moment of either frustration or mocking self-criticism. But - however true it may have been then, I don't think it's true anymore - and that's what I like about it.
When I read that I want to say that I feel for the author like I feel for kids that are starving and on tv late at night, the truth is I read that and feel for the author like I feel for kids that are riding the bus home from school....I rode the bus for years, and I still ride the bus home from school, it hits close to home, but I feel like it hits too close to actually address. Maybe too much, too soon? Regardless, I related, and I appreciated that you posted it.
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