Tuesday, December 4, 2012

I'm just bad at life, okay.

I like to smile because it's easy always sometimes usuallymostofthetime.





I like to talk because talk is cheap and that probably makes me worth something negative.



When a time comes when i can't laugh, it's hard.


I want to care.

Wait. I do care.

butwaitidon'treallycareatall


It's easy to say and act like I know what caring is.
But really?


I don't care.

But then again I do sometimes make things hard for myself
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea culpa.


I have no patience or love or acceptance or whatever.
Wait. I do.
Of course I do.



How else could I have lasted


until






now






Let's start over.


Dear Self,
Well, yeah. You're cool. Um bye. Hope you have a good life.



With my hand on my heart, farewell.
Yourself.

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