I can see a lot from here. It isn't what people really want to see, but there's still a lot of it. For example, there are so many different kinds of shoes; sneakers, loafers, galoshes, sandals, spike heels, you name it. And some of them are really nice.
Honestly, I would much rather get stepped on by a pair of black and white oxfords that shine like the barrel of a gun, then a pair of faux-gold strappy sandals that are pretending to be Grecian.
Guess it's just a preference thing. I'm still getting stepped on after all.
People drop things though, and they end up down here. Long forgotten treasures that fall out of pockets or tumble off of trucks. People who were discarded along the way who get sick of the climb, they end up here, too. Well-loved markers. A worn and patched wallet. A piece of someone's tail light from when their car was towed away.
I guess I count as one of them, now. A cast-off. A rat cast into the river with a pair of cement shoes. I'm not entirely surprised, I do this to myself ALL the time. I am the absolute worst of myself, to myself. Come on, where else would be easier to aim it? And I'm SUCH an easy target too, God I know just what makes me tick.
It is really hard to be excited about the things you love when no one gives a shit Oop, sorry, at it again. Let me try that one more time.
It is really hard to be excited about the stupid shit you love when there's a voice shouting in your head.
It is really hard to be anything with that voice telling you nothing but the hard truth talking smack about everything all the time.
Except bored. It's easy to be bored. Because if I'm bored it means that I am not fucking anything up at least have time to try and convince myself NOT to be an ass to myself.
I can't even turn the firehose off, it's just cold and damp and getting very full in here, and I keep hearing--
You know what, I think that's it for today.
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