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07.26.15
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Brunch at Sweet Chick. Now to get some work done.
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I really appreciate shirts that can do double duty and be worn with or without a tie. This Brooks Brother OCBD is pulling casual duty here.
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7.26.15
No suprise
The art of being surprised Is something that I still don't quite get. Because in this asylum Of a mind of mine, I think of every Situation And I weigh the outcomes And look at the different placements Of perspective. But yet, Still every time Someone irks me, I have this small jolt In my gut, Like I didn't see the bus coming, Or I biked right into the rut. Every time someone leaves, I don't ever give a damn. I let you live freely, And be your own person, And I'm fine, Fam. Then you came along. And I can't let it go. Because how do I know That you are not just coming And going as you please. See, I have a one way street, And not I cannot see If the road has divided or Is there a bridge? With you, I want to know what the unknown is. If you need the abyss To remind you that you're There, I let you have a moment of silence Of darkness and despair. Then I will light a fire from my own embers, And although that's frowned upon, I know what I'm doing, Remember. I giving consent for going into the blind spot Just please, All I ask is you stop leaving, Since you said you're not Trying to get rid of me. So captivate me, Don't worry, I won't suffocate you, I want you to be free. Like I said, If you don't want a house, I'll build you an apartment, With a bunk bed Because you never had one As a kid And I'll paint it red Because that's the color of passion And it's something you have withered away In your soul. I'm not a nightmare, I promise. And I'm not trying to Manipulate you Or use you Or trying to diffuse the bomb Inside of you. I'm trying to to be there when it happens, So I can help you recollect yourself. But that's only one of the situations I can think of. And for sure my insanity Is going to sink in more. No suprise, When I started writing this, I really didn't know what I was going for. - I'm sorry if I'm not enough. If you still don't want to talk to me, that sucks. For me. But I can't really do much, and I really want to beg you to stay, but I don't want you to stay if you don't want to. But please, please. One more chance mahal. July 26th, 2016 11:16am
day 26 - early birthday celebration :) but no drawing :’(
7.26.15
Why do I put myself through this when you don't give a damn?
She asked me what would be my ideal life, that would make me the happiest. I said, I want to love someone so much it grosses people out, and have them love me the same. To have a family with them and love each other so much we make our kids sick. To love my kids and have them love and respect me, for them to trust me and talk to me. To be kind, and good, and leave people better than I found them and never leave a bad taste in anyone's mouth. She smiled and said, how have you not found someone yet.