Every time I watch Hoarders, it makes me want to clean my room. But every time I'm not watching it, I don't feel like cleaning. So I watch Hoarders about 5% of the time in my life. So, I rarely want to clean my room.
I'm watching Hoarders now, but I'm not cleaning. I'm blogging.
I know, I'm so cool.
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So, I was wondering, do you really know who I am, what I am, or where I am? Could you look at me and know my story? Could you look at my face and tell how I'm feeling? Could you surprise me with something that I love? Do you know what I love? Who I love? What I like to do? Where I like to go? What exactly do you know about me?
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People always assume they know me, or assume they know what I'm thinking, or assume they know what I'm feeling. But most of those people who assume things about me, hardly know me at all. Think before you speak, and if what you think is going to be an assumption, think longer. If you don't know, don't say. If you want to know, ask. You can't tell me who I am or what I'm not. Only I and God know who I am. Knowing and understanding are two different things. You may know what happened, but you can't tell me you understand what I went through. Even if you went through the same thing, we all feel pain differently.
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