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What a mess ! How on earth do people talk to each other. How do normals communicate. How do I manage to say the wrong thing everytime. Just screwed up once again what is most important for me. I have that gift. I can screw up just about anyhting.

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Zagu said…
well, like me, maybe you're just really good at messing things up. Hey, look up and hang in there. stop by crsah-tset-dmumy.blogspot.com and see how I screw things up.
Anonymous said…
You don't say the wrong thing everytime. People just have different views on things, think differently than you. Remember, we're all unique. We don't all think alike. If that happened, it would be a boring life.
Try to look on the positive things. If you stay too long in the dark shadows, it will consume you. I know, I've been there, many times.
Pradeep VM said…
Hello Zagu
I am sorry it took so much time for me to respond. You are right about one thing, I AM really good at messing things up, even simple things. I will do what what you suggested. I did go to your blog.

May our tribe flourish.
Pradeep VM said…
tjames
I am sorry it took me so long to respond. You are right. Loners are very much self absorbed. Which doesn't make them any less lonely.
I am glad you exist. But that doesn't make it any better form.
IS A prawn better than a shrimp.
Pradeep VM said…
Hi Rain. Long time, friend. When did I last hear from you.
I have been to your blog many times.
You are right about people having different views about situations. And about the Dark shadows.
Rain, we have both been there, and back.
Thanks for looking at my soul.

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