April 2012
March 2012
You’re coming home.
I wish that you going away means that you would stay there.
“Instead of being scared you will become a failure, be scared you will become a success. Any way you look at the future, parts of it will be scary and unknown. But it’s simply more fun to worry that you will be promoted to CEO on your first day and no longer have time to attend your weekly kickboxing class, than to imagine you will get fired on your first day and no longer have the funds to attend your weekly kickboxing class. If you must worry about unexpected things, then at least let yourself worry about fun unexpected things.”
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anthrodynia
n. a state of exhaustion with how shitty people can be to each other, typically causing a countervailing sense of affection for things that are sincere but not judgmental, are unabashedly joyful, or just are.
I'll tell them all to go to hell
I just wish you’d find someone else already
There’s been this weird shift in my head. It used to be that I wanted you. But now I don’t know. I’m happy that you exist. But I don’t know if you should be in my life. I don’t know if it matters to me. I’m so glad that there’s someone out there who understands me in such a complex way. But I feel like there’s more beyond that, in all ways. And I’m not sorry this time. I deserve better than how you treat me.
But now there’s this limbo. You’re still here. And it’s just so empty, because I stopped caring. I almost don’t want to see you. I have better things to do with my time.
It could have been so much more than this, but you just didn’t want to put in the effort. It wasn’t worth it to you. So why would I continue to waste my time?
When they love you - and they will - tell them all they're loving my shadow. And if they try to slow you down, tell them all to go to hell
