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Originally Posted by noodle
I want to be niner when I grow up, sometimes.
I revel in the empty... it means it's something I can fill. And I can fill it with whatever I want to. Sometimes it's a book that fits best, sometimes it's sex, sometimes it's music, and sometimes I don't want to fill it so that I can appreciate it when it's full. The emptiness that occurs is there for a reason... why would I want to fill it every time? It's part of me... or maybe a lack of something. But it's still me.
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Yes. I just spent a week that took a total emotional toll on me. Between sick kids and sick friends, I'm spent. I could do with some emptiness to fill with something else, something of my choice, something that isn't given to me.