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the only people i like are the ones that make no sense.
i want it to stay the same, forever.
"And yet I knew that what I saw wasn't as simple and as good as it appeared. There was a price to be paid for it all, a general falsity, that could easily be believed, and could be the first step down a dead-end street. The band began to play again and the boys and girls began to dance again and the lights revolved overhead throwing shades of gold, then red, then blue, then green, then gold again on the couples. As i watched them I said to myself, someday my dance will begin. When that day begins i will have something they don't have.
But then it got to be too much for me. I hated them. I hated their beauty, their untroubled youth, and as I was watching them dance through magic colored pools of light, holding each other, feeling so good, little unscathed children, temporarily in luck, I hated them because they had something I had not yet had, and I said to myself, I said to myself again, someday I will be as happy as any of you, you will see.
They kept dancing, and i repeated it to them."