I truly consider myself an overflowing garbage bag.
Why?
I don't know.
Maybe I do, and I'll say that right now, because I'm just now figuring it out.
Garbage bags are flimsy, flexible, stretchy, and noisy. They keep things clean, by keeping all the garbage inside. People are thankful to garbage bags for that, although they don't ever show their appreciation, who would though? Garbage is garbage. Garbage bags keep the garbage inside to keep everyone's lives clean. No one shows appreciation towards that because they only ever see the garbage the bag is trying to keep inside, and they build and build up the garbage until the bag can't keep it in anymore. The bag breaks, and people still see only the garbage, showing disgust on their faces.
In the end, garbage bags are thrown out. Used, but useful.
Garbage bags seem to be well put together at first, but when put under too much pressure, they break right open with ease.
A lot of people consider themselves garbage bags, but not in the same way I do.
They only see the garbage.
I try to see more than that.
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Am I Daydreaming?
RandomWe all have weird shit to talk about. If you let me talk about mine, I'll listen to your's. I'm not that bad of a listener. Although, I don't care if you are listening to me or not. We all daydream, right? Author's note: This contains sensitive topi...
