...I think.
Now watch as my incredibly flexible psyche produces an elaborate justification for this assertion within the next 15 minutes.
...I think.
Now watch as my incredibly flexible psyche produces an elaborate justification for this assertion within the next 15 minutes.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
Actually I meant in Jungian terms, you fruitcake.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
No.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
Hey, you're the one who said I'm not IEE.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
That Beta functions in some way represent the animalistic impulses and desires that societal organization ultimately attempts to suppress, but are, at the same time, the very things that drive it.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
Way to over-interpret "animalistic." FEEL WHAT I'M SAYING, ******?
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
Just let him go.
...
ah, how convenient:
No, you're just being your typical beta victim self, creating some sort of help me things are bad life sucks drama.Ahhh forget about it. I'm just manic.
For the sake of delta STs, don't ever think you need help from them. You don't want 'caring', you just need people to slap you when you start thinking up crazy thoughts, like this.
Yeah pretty much.
You're still not a Delta ST.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...