"What happens to the pretty people? The pretty neurotic people? Those who are blunt because they don't see the point in beating around a figurative low lying shrub?"
The pretty ones find themselves in a situation where looks cannot save them. The pretty neurotic people wind up worrying and wishing their lives away. The blunt ones scare off the majority of the populace due to the irregularity of the act.
I need to be more subtle. Less upfront I suppose because I start sounding like I'm mentally imbalanced. Then again, maybe it's not just a matter of SOUNDING imbalanced O_o. I kid, I kid.
I want to find something to rail against. Someone to be upset at but that doesn't particularly work when delving into introspective thought. The only person to rail against is Self.
Oh boy. Tomorrow will be better :)
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