A little rant, because no where else is safe.
Words, Words, Words new home.
Password protected.
My favorite number, my favorite movie, my favorite color.
Message me for the password.
You are good.
You are good for me.
I am good.
You are no good.
You are no good for me.
I am no good, without.
Sometimes I just hate and hate and hate.
Like dropping a glass in a cavernous room, the echo and reverb off the walls, over and over again, more distant now, quieter. So soft I can’t hear it, don’t feel it. But if I tune in, I can still sense the quivering of my rib bones, the pang in my stomach, the breaking bouncing off my inner walls, the sound of not bouncing back.
Sometimes I get this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach and I know it’s you there- hollowing out my insides but not bothering to fill them back up. Maybe you never left at all or maybe it’s what they call wishful thinking.
You can go on without me, just don’t grow on without me.
decisions decisions decisions
Nothing is worse than jealousy coupled with some self doubt and paranoia. Tiny victories won’t be big victories until I start rooting for the right thing. But the right thing won’t be what I choose until it stops being the harder decision. Until then it is easier to grasp at tiny victories. Tiny victories that lead to no where. I need to change.
tiny victories.
