of citric acid cycles and cigarettes

Is it too much to ask to be with people who accept that they haven't figured out everything? People who can consider that someone else's take on life could be refreshing; even if not, it is someone else's personal life and she might have wanted it to be kept personal...and that, just coz she asked for a hug on her first major cold night, does not mean she doesn't believe in her way of life anymore.

Is it so difficult to be with people who do not want to waste a major chunk of their day being fake and the rest, talking to someone else about how fake they just were?

Won't people ever understand that they wouldn't want to be judged like they judge people every waking moment (don't thump your ignorant lifestyle on someone else; just be tolerant to different flavours)?

Why would you want to hurt someone on purpose; aren't you already hurting enough people unconsciously with your narrow thinking?

And don't you realise, just by saying you aren't "technically" contributing in someone else's beleaguer, you are hurting her?

How much can I fool myself to believing that I am learning something from you people? That my life is moving forward in terms of what I am enriching my life with?

I Do Not want to be associated with you people.

Biochemistry is my drug, screw y'all. There is a wonderful coming home feeling to metabolism and cigarettes (Namu, Camel is superbrilliant: I am even a sucker for their pro-women-smoking brands), and most often than not, cappuccino in a paper cup...

But, tis depressing to be able point a finger to the exact set of people you want to be with, and know that you are a stranger to them...

The midnight trains are boarding, all wrap up 8's
I pick my load and filled my truck, before it’s too late,
I leave the stars to judge, my every move,
I’m not going to think of you or I’ll get the blues.