Yes there are things I’m not talking about.

Yes, it’s because I’m withholding my opinion from you.

Yes, it’s because every single time I venture forth such an opinion the entire world goes on the defensive again.

No, you don’t realise how much it annoys me that I can’t even vent forth on my own fucking diary.

Yes, I did vow to stop swearing on Aquarionics.

No, I don’t really care. It’s just a word.

Are there things I want to say to people? Yes. Will I do so? No, because it isn’t worth the agravation, although another couple of steps and I’m going to be forced to talk even if it destroys friendships. I’m attempting to save this particular rant until I’m back on the upwards loop of the depresive cycle thing.

Who are those questions pointed at? It doesn’t really matter. If you think they apply to you, go forth and apply them as if they were. Though you’re probably wrong. Oh, and it appears people arn’t talking to me, though I’m not sure why.

Of course, all this may be paranoia. Both on your part, and on mine.

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