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I WANT
-the vacation I haven't had this year...
-my boss to give me my christmas pay...
-my boss to stop being unfair and treating great workers like they're his expendible slaves...
-my work colleagues to treat me with respect and stop whining and trying to get out of doing their job as best as possible, then dumping it on me...
-my boyfriend to treat me as well as he knows I deserve to be treated and show me he really does care, and to realise how much I really care about him...
-my friends to let me know that I matter...
-my mom to understand how vulnerable I am and stop treating me like I'm infinitely resilient...
someone who really cares about me and how I am.
That's what I want for Christmas.
(sorry to cut in on what is a pleasant thread...couldn't help myself. At an emotional low today.)
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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