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i don't require an explanation so much as i do a disclaimer. i'm reckless and i like to make mistakes. i will not live up to your expectations, but i will surprise you. i have a bad habit of tricking people into thinking i'm wonderful. don't be fooled; i'm not a good person. be prepared to witness intense mood changes. try to find something to relate to, try to find a reason to smile, and most of all, always remember the way you act is more important than the way you sign your name.
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fuck crying.
i am so sick of this. i thought everything would be better when i got home and i still feel shitty. and now i’m not going to be in a good mood for my interview. ugh.
i haven’t heard your voice at all today. it doesn’t seem like that bothers you though, so i guess i should probably not care too. but i think it matters that much more to me because it doesn’t matter to you. i feel like i have to care enough for both of us.
faith matheny
at first you will know not what they mean,
and you may never know,
and we may never tell you:
these sudden flashes in your soul,
like lambent lightning on snowy clouds
at midnight when the moon is full.
they come in solitude, or perhaps
you sit with a friend, and at once
a silence falls upon speech, and his eyes
without a flicker glow at you:
you two have seen the secret together.
he sees it in you, and you in him.
and you sit thrilling lest the mystery
stand before you and strike you dead
with a splendor like the sun’s.
be brave, all souls who have such visions!
as your body’s alive as mine is dead,
you’re catching a little whiff of the ether
reserved for god himself.
the sun is coming up and i still have so much unpacking to do. fuck my life.
one more day.
and if i even see you at all, it’s going to be spent with us being mad at each other half the time and fighting. you said you wanted our last day together to be good. well, i hope not waking up together for one of the last times is good in your mind. and you know every time that happens we fight all day. and now we have to address you telling me that i’m hitting you when i’m not while you’re trying to force me to let you hold me and i’m struggling to stop you because i don’t want you to touch me.
oh, and should i go into what you did the other night on here? the second thing you lied to me about? i’m sure a lot of people would LOVE to read about what you did.
anyway, don’t be surprised when things are awful tomorrow.
