I despise routine, but equally loathe change for the sake of change.
I love the snow, but old bones have made me hate the cold.
I hate the summer, but those same old bones have me embracing its warmth.
I am a morning person and an evening person.
I went vegan, because of my feeling for all sentient beings being equal, yet I'd argue no humans are equal, other than in their rights to equality.
I am lethargic when it comes to beginning a project, but laser-like precise with time management.
I love working with kids, but I've grown fond of those breaks from the little ones.
I crave intelligent conversation, but choose solitude.
I'm considered intelligent, but fail in all those things intelligent people usually succeed.
I am a family person, who rarely speaks to anyone, but my brother, and very rarely.
I am there for my friends, but shun those who try to help me.
I despise personal debts, but I am overcome by them.
I avoid repayment from others, but it's oddly needed at times.
I miss people I've never met, more than those I know well.
I love sharing sunsets and the evening sky, but prefer sunrises alone.
I crave companionship, but solitude is bliss.
I detest drama, but it seems to gravitate towards me.
I don't understand materialism, but am surrounded by it.
I've never understood those who speak to themselves, but have had long conversations about it with myself.
I look down on ignorance, but find it harder to manipulate than the wise.
I'd love to spread my wings, but the comfort of the nest is so appealing.
I in my life, I've spent more time in the house, than out, but less time at home, than within.
I don't care for admiration, but crave acknowledgement.
I have great love for some, but avoid the words at all costs.
In my silly blogs, especially as of late, I try to avoid, at all costs, starting sentences with "I."
I love the snow, but old bones have made me hate the cold.
I hate the summer, but those same old bones have me embracing its warmth.
I am a morning person and an evening person.
I went vegan, because of my feeling for all sentient beings being equal, yet I'd argue no humans are equal, other than in their rights to equality.
I am lethargic when it comes to beginning a project, but laser-like precise with time management.
I love working with kids, but I've grown fond of those breaks from the little ones.
I crave intelligent conversation, but choose solitude.
I'm considered intelligent, but fail in all those things intelligent people usually succeed.
I am a family person, who rarely speaks to anyone, but my brother, and very rarely.
I am there for my friends, but shun those who try to help me.
I despise personal debts, but I am overcome by them.
I avoid repayment from others, but it's oddly needed at times.
I miss people I've never met, more than those I know well.
I love sharing sunsets and the evening sky, but prefer sunrises alone.
I crave companionship, but solitude is bliss.
I detest drama, but it seems to gravitate towards me.
I don't understand materialism, but am surrounded by it.
I've never understood those who speak to themselves, but have had long conversations about it with myself.
I look down on ignorance, but find it harder to manipulate than the wise.
I'd love to spread my wings, but the comfort of the nest is so appealing.
I in my life, I've spent more time in the house, than out, but less time at home, than within.
I don't care for admiration, but crave acknowledgement.
I have great love for some, but avoid the words at all costs.
In my silly blogs, especially as of late, I try to avoid, at all costs, starting sentences with "I."
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