Let's raise a glass to squalor, but more importantly incompetence.
I'm the incompetent one, because I just don't understand your ways.
You're the filth, the misery stricken.
I listen and while you are talking I'm having my own conversation with myself. A debate is going on between the rights and the wrongs, "what to say next, shit what am I going to say next. He just contradicted himself, did you hear that too?"
"God, now I need to think of something else."
I look up and a pair of eyes are boring into me. I get a little fidgety, realizing the long pause is being extended because I have to reply with something witty, something interesting, it's what is expected. I can't ever just say, "well that's true. I see what you are trying to get across."
Who needs a degree? I'm already everyone's personal psychologist, and on my downtime I double as a chameleon. Whatever you need me to be, I am.
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it sounds as if the pressure of expectation is bearing down upon you . . . or maybe i'm reading too much into this . . .
by the way, the artwork is very impressive. yours?
Haha no that's it exactly! I'm stressed and can't sleep. Yes, that's a drawing I did a few months ago.
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