i get off being free

So...

Twitter made me sad. I'm emotional, and fragile. I have no problem admitting it. Most of the time I know why people hate me, delete me, get mad at me. But when I don't know, it's like, "Holy Hotdogs, what did I do?" Grrmugh. So deal with things on twitter is that, followings and followers got deleted. So when someone sad, "I'm depressed." I don't know, I leap, I panic. Mainly because I don't know the person very well and don't know what the hell they're going to do. So I tried to ask what was going on...and twitter is like, "This person isn't following you, so you can't send your little message thing to them..." And that's where I got sad.... My therapist will hear about this... *squinty glare*

so right now I'm in a good mood. Hence the unorganized thought process above.^^^ But I smacked my wrist bone against the counter, so I'm typing this with one hand. My eyes hurt, so I'm making a lot of typing mistakes. And I'm leading these two guys on, because frankly, I'm bored. I know. I know. It's wrong, you shouldn't do that sort of thing, people get hurt, how would you like it if it happened to you...blah blah blah. See<<< I think about those things. I'm not going about blindsided and selfish. (well maybe selfish) But I understand you're concerns. (No one has any really...*sigh*) How does this all tie in to my good mood. I'm in pain but I'm relatively happy.

I do dangerous things. I like risks. It's a lot better than playing innocent, being sweet and gentle, having the forest animals cuddle with me. I have nothing against those people. I get along with those people. But it's the flashing lights, loud music, close dancing crowd/most pit group I like. I adore them. Why? Because those people have dangerous secrets and want to live a little (some do...), yum-e.

But apparently, I'm too smart for the stupid people who will do most of the things I tell them too, reigning over the mindless would not make me happy. I'm too dumb or ridiculous for the fairly intelligent, and the moderately well off want nothing to do with me. It's virtually impossible to find people who like to play rough, but can understand when their mind is being messed with. Or at least it's hard in this town. God I want some interesting people. So moving is now looking favorable. It's been up for consideration for awhile and I might move....maybe

They always said, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade" no thanks you, I'll have a slice of cake instead.

How we gonna have a battle of twits, you unarmed.

Twitter, what are you doing?

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Title: PCD- I don't need a man