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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