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2009/12/29
Dear journal,
"Look at me! Look at me!" cried the handsome boys & pretty girls. Like the birds who wave their colorful feathers to attract attention, those that Nature has endowed with smooth lines & skin smooth strut as if these qualities had won the genetic lottery that allocated to them. They scoff at those who have not had their chance. At best, hypocritical express compassion. Without ever ceasing to absorb the adoration of others as a drug.
They are addicted. They need to feel desired. & yet, when the source of this desire is not the happiness to please them, they ignore it completely, without worrying about a moment of devastation caused by their indifference.
Isn't that true...?
Have a nice day.
— Elyse Hakujou
Dear journal,
"Look at me! Look at me!" cried the handsome boys & pretty girls. Like the birds who wave their colorful feathers to attract attention, those that Nature has endowed with smooth lines & skin smooth strut as if these qualities had won the genetic lottery that allocated to them. They scoff at those who have not had their chance. At best, hypocritical express compassion. Without ever ceasing to absorb the adoration of others as a drug.
They are addicted. They need to feel desired. & yet, when the source of this desire is not the happiness to please them, they ignore it completely, without worrying about a moment of devastation caused by their indifference.
Isn't that true...?
Have a nice day.
— Elyse Hakujou
Yet another one of my diary's page. I decided to continue to post whatever's left of my extremely short journal after reading 
's journal. I don't plan to gain attention from others or awareness. I only intend to let out what I think... or what I thought of.
's journal. I don't plan to gain attention from others or awareness. I only intend to let out what I think... or what I thought of. © 2011 - 2024 irregularEscapist
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To have is nothing, and to have without effort is worth even less. What matters is what you do with it. If you do nothing... what a waste, what a waste...