04 April 2017 @ 05:14 pm
 
man arvien biezhaak shkjiet, ka es cilveekiem esmu tuksha vieta, kas kljuust sevishkji tuksha tad kad es no visas savas sirsninjas izturos pret vinjiem jauki un par vinjiem intereseejos. jo jaukaak un sirsniigaak es pret vinjiem izturos, jo vienaldziigaaki vinji kljuust. esmu atkal un atkal paarliecinaajusies, ka daudz nesaapiigaak ir jauki iztureeties pret sveshiniekiem, jo man dziivee nav neviena no tuvajiem cilveekiem, kas noveerteetu manu jaukumu. vienkaarshi shkjiet, jo vairaak laiks aizrit dziivee, jo vienaldziigaaki pret mani kljuust cilveeki. kas ir savaadi un skumji, jo man ir tieshi otraadi, kameer senaak mani paarsvaraa intereseeja tikai mans egoistiskais prata saturs, tagad man tik ljoti gribas cilveekus. es pienjemu, ka cilveekiem ir vienaldziigi mani centieni, un ka vinji vienkaarhsi neveelas ar mani nekaadu sakaru, forshi, total freedom forever. varbuut vinji nenoveertee manu jaukumu, jo vinji domaa, ka es esmu stulbs cilveeks, un jaukums no stulbiem cilveekiem ir stulbs. no matter, es varu vienkaarshi jauki iztureeties pret sevi un inanimate objektiem savaa apkaartnee, vismaz tie mani nevarees atgruust.
 
 
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[info]methodrone on April 12th, 2017 - 07:39 pm
bet that's the issue, man nav probleemu citiem dot love, caring verb stuff love, bet vinjiem to nevajag. un sev es to vien daru kaa dodu caring verb stuff love, staying true to my inner callings and feelings in a world that dismisses them. protams, ka es neuzskatu, ka sev pirkt lietas ir biggest expression of love, more like honouring of the embodiment aspect of existence :)

it feels like i've done all, tried all, but at the end of the day, noone needs my love, so the only person that stays for me to continue to give love to is myself. and although it could be worse, i just feel like it could be better.. i have frikin shitloads of love to give, bet there are no takers, people just think that love is weird or annoying.

bet dazhreiz es domaaju, ok so be it, taapeec, ka vinji domaa ka es esmu weird, lame or annoying, it's not up to me. the love is in me and it needs to get out, and actually i have much less control over whether it does get out or not, than i assume. so par spiiti es tikuntaa turpinu, kas man juutas kaa, uzmaakties cilveekiem ar loving vibe, because it can't be helped. un lai arii es visu laiku juutos kaa raibs klauns, it can't be helped, love is unstoppable and unleashes itself
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