This is a story about our lives as we live them. It took me a little while to figure out what kind of person I was, but I think I got there. I was at a party with my friend, and we were talking about the importance of being a good person. She was talking about how she got the most out of life, and I was saying how I think the same thing with our lives.
I am a human being and I am a human being, but my feelings, and the amount of time I have with the world, and the amount of time I have with the world, are feelings. But I just hope that they’re never more than feelings. Also, I am a person who never has a heart.
While it’s true that I am a person who never has a heart, I have never had a heart. I don’t even know if it’s possible to have one. But I do understand someone who has a heart, and I’m sorry for that.
Just because you have a heart does not mean you are a person who has a heart. It does not mean you are a person who has a heart because you have a heart. It does mean you are a person who is a person who is a person.
As weird as it sounds, I have had a heart since I was born. I am not the first person in my family to have a heart, but I do know for a fact that I never had a heart. I have never experienced feelings, feelings like that, feelings that are so deep that you cant even describe them. I have never seen the sun, I have never heard the rain, and I have never seen the sky, except maybe from a few moments in life.
I have never been in love. I do not believe that anyone should try to convince me otherwise, because I believe that the very idea of someone trying to convince me otherwise is ridiculous. I don’t even know why it bothers me. I’ve never seen anyone die, I’ve never been in love, I’ve never seen the sun, and I’ve never heard the rain. I’ve never had a heart, and I’m pretty damn sure I don’t even want one.
You need to be pretty damn sure that you want a heart. Not everyone can be a heart. Not everyone can be that person that loves. Not everyone can be that person that knows that its a wonderful feeling, and that someone else cares. If you can’t be that person, then you don’t have a heart, you don’t have a soul, and you have no chance of ever feeling anything else.
I am pretty sure that there’s a reason I’m still single.
I have an old friend who is going through a stroke. He says, “What am I going to do?” I dont know. Theres a reason I dont have an old friend that is kind of sick and tired of being single.
I think that is a pretty good reason. One of the easiest ways to feel a sense of satisfaction is to want to be with someone who is the same, no matter what. However, I can’t imagine that feeling to be a lot of fun. This can be a hard thing to accept, especially if you have someone who doesn’t like you. I know I could sit here and tell you that you are the only person I want to be with. But that would be a lie.