Why is it so difficult to put oneself into another’s shoes? It seems that, in a lot of relationships in my life, I simply have no idea about what the other person is thinking. It drives me crazy, and yet, I don’t know what to do about it. It drives me crazy because I don’t know what to do about it. Why do people turn into such unresponsive, surly blocks?
It hurts like hell, being dispensable. I have this void in my life, and each memory with each one of these people hurts. A lot. Yet, these other people seem to go on much as usual, not caring, not even seeming to notice that I’m not there. Am I really that forgettable?
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Authors I like
- Ernest Hemingway-Though he makes me want to jump out of a window sometimes.
- Ken Kesey- one flew over the cuckoos nest
- Guy De Maupassant- comic, intense, depraved, romantic, deep, twisted. what more could you ask for?
- O. Henry.- love his twists at the end.
- Mark Twain
- P.G. Wodehouse- nothing gets me rofl faster.
- Oscar Wilde - love his twisted short stories, although i think the anecdotes about him are funnier. The insults are wicked.
- Gerald Durrell- I just read 'My Family and Other Animals' and I think it's hysterical. Plus, it has some really beautiful descriptions of nature. Gotta check out his series in westland.
- Saki
- Frederick Forsyth- No One blurs the line between fact and fiction so well.
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