Dear Lie,
I down 2 shots of espresso daily. Lack of sleep? Emotionally Drained.
High blood pressure. Runs in the family.. My body is fighting with me.
Nag. All I want is some fucking attention. Maybe a conversation about the future. Maybe something we can both plan for and run away to.
Crazy. I feel like I speak to a wall.
Happy. Only with the surface.
Disappointed. Daily. The important questions and answers are spoken lightly.
Patience. Running thin.
Consideration. Flew out the window.
2 weeks. Test.
2 years. Breaking point.
Therapy: Details in the fabric. Thank you Jason Mraz.
Tonight. Silence.
Fuck is such an ugly word. It brings too many visuals to mind. It is a word that encompasses many meanings. When you attach a you to the end of fuck then it is the ultimate low blow. It is complete disrespect with no regard of how the other person feels. I would rather be called a bitch than have someone say fuck you.
Maybe I should practice fueling the fire.
FUCK YOU
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