I was riding home from work one day and got typed as a homeless person when I was sitting on the bench eating. Yes, it's very surprising how far I've let myself go. :D.
You sir are a genius. Wow I spelled genius wrong again. I am obviously not a genius am I? I hear by change the spelling of genius when on this forum to genious! And if you spell it the other way then you will be cursed and unable to think naughty thoughts about your secret crush for a week...
Well yeah, but it's hard to help them when everyone else around them is secretly talking shit about them, especially when you are trying to be sociable to everyone. We aren't superheroes. But we do like to have meaning(something we feel strongly about) in the most sacred of relationships...
Yes, the world is a fucked up place. Everyone I don't want to fuck, wants to fuck me. The one person I would DIE in a fire for AND is single BTW, come on I get lucky sometimes)...doesn't give a fuck about me or my emotions and steps all over me. When life's a joke, at least you'll have...
I've had a few here and there, but it's so strange I don't talk about it much. Like out of the blue I won't have dreams for weeks then all of a sudden I get a cold sweat nightmare. Then a few hours later I'm standing in the spot where I was in the nightmare and something horrible happened...