Long Lists

Before the long list of finishing Gabs' tag, lemme just tell you people:
I hazza plurk.

Thassall.

#10 - If I was ever asked what I feared, then simply, it is to love and to be loved that I fear the most. At first, I thought it was because I never want to lose my parents, that maybe, I'm still feeling like a child who doesn't ever want to let go of possibly the only people to understand. But then I saw I was afraid to be loved, even by them, simply because the thought of love itself is completely binding. Love knows no half measures, and to love or to be loved means to give someone your all. Love is like a chain of possession, and that, I think, is what I feared. Love is so awfully illiberal, that I just can't help but fear it.

Simply put, it was: "what the h*ll do you need from me?!" It's frustrating.

#11 - Oh don't worry though, I still love my friends and family. But I get a little too conscious when I get too close to friends. It scares me half awake.

#12 - I will often tell you that I am busy, and that I cannot talk to you at the moment. However true that may be, I always manage to slack off, and talk to someone else, or to do something else than work, which is equally time consuming.

#13 - I do not like being hugged in my sleep.

#14 - I am certifiably mean, and certifiably fake, when I think, "you're boring", yet I always tend to try to nod and find something we would both enjoy talking about. Maybe because I don't want to be mean; that I want to make a friend out of someone I don't find so stimulating a conversation. I have no clue, but I'd have to say you're all boring, period.

#15 - #14 will not stop me from talking to you, no matter how boring our conversations can get. Just because we haven't found anything good to talk about doesn't mean I can't be your friend. It isn't necessarily true that to make a friend, one must have something in common with them. We have two things in common, we are human and we speak at least one common language. That is enough for us to understand each other. We'll find something common if we do. If we don't, that doesn't stop us from making a friend out of each other.

#16 - I am fake. Be allergic to me. Har Har Har.

Nah, just couldn't think of a hilarious ending.

Okay, #16 FOR REAL this time - It is inevitable that one sibling's naming sense would be copied by the next in our family. I had the name "arlihama" for so long, that my younger brother started using "arjuhama". And then my sister currently changed her plurk to "cereal_killer". And just to show that I am her sister, I changed mine to "milk_killer". (It's also basically true that in this family, I consume the most milk.) Perhaps it is the sense of familial love that binds us to this name game.

FOR REAL, I can't think of anything to end this with.