Insanity

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Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is doing the exact same thing over and over again expecting it to change. That is crazy.


I didn't pay much thought to this, I just thought it was a cool thing to say. Until I started looking around, seeing people doing the exact same thing over and over and over and over again, thinking it's going to be different. No no no no, this time it's going to be different. No no no no, this time it's going to be different. No no no no hey please... this time it's going to be different.

Once upon a time, I saw this woman. She was the most attractive woman my eyes had ever seen. It was almost as though I was imagining. She was so attractive that I had to get to know her more. I had already made up my mind... or rather, my mind had made the decision for me. Eureka!! It is hope!! Is hope goo..


Hey, did I ever tell you the definition of insanity?



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