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Let me just tell you how anti-social I am. The other night, I invited a couple to drop off their dog so I could play with him. That's right, I didn't invite the couple. I invited their dog. He was a cute little miniature Doberman. The couple ended up coming too, but I politely ignored them and had a perfectly delightful conversation with the dog.
Anti-social, I am. My favorite kind of friends are the ones I only communicate with online. I can talk to them until they begin to bore me or I find something better to do. Then, with a simple click of a button, the conversation is over and I am left in blissful peace. When I'm desperate, I don't even have to come up with a good excuse to end the conversation. I simply log off or turn off my messenger, and later explain that I was booted. Just to add to this effect, I sometimes type a partial sentence before I get 'booted.'
You might think I am giving myself away to my online friends who read this, but I'm not. You see, anyone of my friends who know this diary even exists already know that this is how I am. They have come to expect and accept the occasional abrupt ending to some conversations. It also helps that most of my friends on here only begin a conversation with me whe they know it will hold my interest.
Anti-social, I tell you.
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Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames
but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try
but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy
to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser
butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find
a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.
