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August 23, 2008
posted by Nk. at 2:45 PM

Three years here and there are still times, like now, that I feel like the extra finger I first saw in an aunt's hand a long time ago. It's there but it doesn't really have a purpose, or function. I'm sure that aunt would have had her extra finger cut off if it weren't such an inconvenience to get it done. So I figure, she chose to just live with it.


The extra digit is most commonly an abnormal fork in an existing digit.


I thought being okay with what I do, being called something fancy, and being with people I liked was good enough. Never mind what I actually get for it. Now it's looking like I was wrong, again.

In the past, the slightest signs of unhappiness sent me packing and moving on. Why, despite of the heartaches and letdowns for the past three years I'm still here I'm surprised myself.

You can give it your best shot and how many percent of the time you still will miss.


Maybe it's time to choose another target.

Or another gun.


Or maybe I'm playing the wrong game.

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