Jun 2014
I don't know why
I care.
Maybe sometimes,
it just hurts too much
not to.
Because as much as
I want to throw
caution to the wind and
give a big "*******" to
all those who have betrayed me
something holds me back
and I can't help but
feel.
Shock, mostly.
Anger.
Despondence.
And it's horrible.
It's the
gut-wrenching
heart-crushing
epitome of ****.
But it's okay.
Because feeling
is what keeps me
here and
real and
actually
human.
And I have spent so
long trying to be
here and
real and
actually
human
that it is so,
so
worth
every
****
tear.
I care.
Maybe sometimes,
it just hurts too much
not to.
Because as much as
I want to throw
caution to the wind and
give a big "*******" to
all those who have betrayed me
something holds me back
and I can't help but
feel.
Shock, mostly.
Anger.
Despondence.
And it's horrible.
It's the
gut-wrenching
heart-crushing
epitome of ****.
But it's okay.
Because feeling
is what keeps me
here and
real and
actually
human.
And I have spent so
long trying to be
here and
real and
actually
human
that it is so,
so
worth
every
****
tear.
Being super sensitive sort of *****.
But sometimes, it's sort of not-awful.
So, here.
I know, darlings, I haven't been getting any better. I'm sorry. ;____;
This one's a slightly different style. Y'all notice? It doesn't have the same obnoxious break-every-****-time-you-reach-a-description texture that I usually like to write.
But sometimes, it's sort of not-awful.
So, here.
I know, darlings, I haven't been getting any better. I'm sorry. ;____;
This one's a slightly different style. Y'all notice? It doesn't have the same obnoxious break-every-****-time-you-reach-a-description texture that I usually like to write.
