the struggle is real.
I hate you
well, I mean maybe that's a strong word. honestly I barely even know you. I just know what you're doing, I know how it's hurting people I love. I hate you for whining about it and acting like some kind of victim for the way you keep on guilting them for things no one should even kind of feel guilty about. I hate you for making them question themselves when they're such wonderful people. most of all I hate you for making them believe they lost love, because no one should ever feel that awful and believe it comes from love.
and I'm beginning to realize that this is probably how all my friend's feel, too.
we're friends
but I don't believe I have very much, if any, of your respect.
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i'm feeling extra awk today.
every day is an awkward day when you're awkward.
there was an awkward amount of awkward in that.
and that.
see?
awkward.
Well you say that I treat you like a book on a shelf. I don't take you out that often 'cause I know that I've completed you and that's why you are here. That is the reason you stay here. How awful that must feel. You said you would be my dream. I could have you every night and if, by morning, I had forgotten you, well, no big deal, it would be all right 'cause you are the reoccurring kind. You are the reoccurring kind. You never really leave my mind. Are you the love of my lifetime? 'Cause there have been times I have had my doubts. We were just kids when I first kissed you in the attic of my parents house, and I wish we were there now. It took so long to figure out what this book has been about. Now I write when I'm away letters that you never read. You said go to explore those other women, the geography of their bodies but there is just one map you'll need. You are a boomerang. You'll see. You will return to me. You will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. 'Cause if you don't, then this book is all lies. If you don't, then my plans would all be ruined. If you don't, I'll start drinking like the way I drank before. And I just won't have a future anymore.
sometimes I feel like this song applies. and sometimes I feel like I'm an idiot for even considering it might.