• Blah

    by  • July 12, 2018 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    I am done. Friends with “undercurrents” that I am beginning to believe that I imagined, or just avoidances to each other… passive beings that only interact with supervision? Which are we to become? Because I can’t be sure anymore. You tell me. Wtf are we?

    I am ready to believe that this is all in my head. I am willing to let go. Speak tf up, please! Now or never. Speak now or… well, you know.

    I will accept my artificial flowers. At least they won’t wither with the passage of time. They provide security and stability.

    Goodnight. And goodbye.

    For what it’s worth: I do love you. But everything is just so hard and you show me no hope.

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