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I'm still in love with everyone I've ever been in love with. Every breakup is still crippling. Each inch of departure is a betrayal.

I never learned how to keep myself from feeling everything.

Sensory adaptation is what they called it in biology. It's why, after a time, sweaters stop itching and denim stops instigating. My emotions never evolved. And every face I now make is some transparent aggregation of joy, hurt, and confusion.

My mind reads like prose. Every other part of me is a recipe.
 
I'm still in love with everyone I've ever been in love with. Every breakup is still crippling. Each inch of departure is a betrayal.

I never learned how to keep myself from feeling everything.

Sensory adaptation is what they called it in biology. It's why, after a time, sweaters stop itching and denim stops instigating. My emotions never evolved. And every face I now make is some transparent aggregation of joy, hurt, and confusion.

My mind reads like prose. Every other part of me is a recipe.

That is both beautiful and sad. Unfortunately it is also something I can relate to. I was that way once. Then one heart break to many and a part of me died to never return. Now I have this numbness that fills my whole life. After being that sensitive to everything to go to nothing is a depressing existence. Oh well shit happens. I hope you find your non itchy sweater in person form.
 
I'm still in love with everyone I've ever been in love with. Every breakup is still crippling. Each inch of departure is a betrayal.

I never learned how to keep myself from feeling everything.

Sensory adaptation is what they called it in biology. It's why, after a time, sweaters stop itching and denim stops instigating. My emotions never evolved. And every face I now make is some transparent aggregation of joy, hurt, and confusion.

My mind reads like prose. Every other part of me is a recipe.

I'm the same way, NS. I feel too deeply in every sense. That is apart of what helps me express myself so well though.
 
I'm still in love with everyone I've ever been in love with. Every breakup is still crippling. Each inch of departure is a betrayal.

I never learned how to keep myself from feeling everything.

Sensory adaptation is what they called it in biology. It's why, after a time, sweaters stop itching and denim stops instigating. My emotions never evolved. And every face I now make is some transparent aggregation of joy, hurt, and confusion.

My mind reads like prose. Every other part of me is a recipe.

That is both beautiful and sad. Unfortunately it is also something I can relate to. I was that way once. Then one heart break to many and a part of me died to never return. Now I have this numbness that fills my whole life. After being that sensitive to everything to go to nothing is a depressing existence. Oh well shit happens. I hope you find your non itchy sweater in person form.
Wow .Both powerfully said. I agree. Beautiful and sad. :(
 
well shit. I came here to post something, read a few of the recent replies and now i'm depressed. Thanks Obama.
 
everyone on this show has fake tits, fake lashes, fake hair extensions, fake tans and/or fake lips

'reality tv'
 
everyone on this show has fake tits, fake lashes, fake hair extensions, fake tans and/or fake lips

'reality tv'

Well, yes, considering everyone in reality now has all that shit, too. Because it isn't enough to be yourself any more. You have to be someone else. :(
 
Well, yes, considering everyone in reality now has all that shit, too. Because it isn't enough to be yourself any more. You have to be someone else. :(
MMMmmm I like your not fake body and so would anyone with good eyesight and a pulse!
 
I'm so untrendy, with all my original parts... ;)

Eeyup! You should be looking to trade all that flesh in for plastic and sillicone. Who needs to biodegrade, right? ;)

MMMmmm I like your not fake body and so would anyone with good eyesight and a pulse!

Aw, wouldn't it look even better with thirty pounds of industrial chemicals leaking out of it? :cool:
 
Eeyup! You should be looking to trade all that flesh in for plastic and sillicone. Who needs to biodegrade, right? ;)

Aw, wouldn't it look even better with thirty pounds of industrial chemicals leaking out of it? :cool:

Made me giggle thinking of the hypothesis that scientist will come up with in 1 thousand years when they find sacks of silicon mixed with bone dust in grave sites. :rolleyes:
 
Made me giggle thinking of the hypothesis that scientist will come up with in 1 thousand years when they find sacks of silicon mixed with bone dust in grave sites. :rolleyes:

They won't have time. They'll be figuring out how to defeat all the sentient AI. :D
 
I don't know why I have gotten so many more random pm's but one person I spoke with last week, he left I guess. I just forgot about him, I don't try and remember casual people. He wrote me today and I had and still have no clue who he is. I asked and he was hurt I didn't remember him. I tried to explain but forgetting someone must be an unforgivable offense. Sigh. All of those pm's are deleted already. Another mystery added to the list.
 
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