nip tuck casualties.
i see them everywhere, looking like a mix between a martian, a model, and a trannie. why do they do it? they end up looking so gross. fake lips, fake tits, fake eyes, fake ass?!
i guess momma didn't love them enough, maybe they hate themselves. maybe they love themselves, but feel they would be perfect only if...
i guessi have some of the same tendancies, sometimes feeling like i will be completely content when one thing or another gets accomplished... it feels so certain, but then, at the moment of truth, i find that all my anxious worry-energy re-focuses on the next problem in about 5 seconds. this is how i have been trained to think all those years of jumping through hoops, always working towards a distant goal.
well, i have arrived, and although i will never stop trying to better myself, i am gonna work on enjoying the here and now, a la tao te ching.
time to smell the fuckin' roses ya'll.
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