Can you feel it?
I rarely talk about my day. And frankly, I was going to. But I just decided against it. Makes me all mysterious anyway. That, and talking in short, retarded sentences.
Surely we will laugh again
It’s too soon now
You’re all around me
I waited so long
Guess I’ll be here a little longer
Here comes your ride.
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My scented tealights do make my room a little more bearable to breathe in. It’s like discounted aroma therapy at $1.90 for a box of 42 in red, white and black. Recently discovered fact of the day: I need to appreciate myself more. I know, disgustingly overdue, but I should. There’s this self-centered, bratty little bitch in me that’s constantly tied up and gassed for the convenience of everyone else. Everytime it tries to surface for air, it’s condemned and bitch-slapped back into where it rightfully belongs. I’m sick and tired of feeling like chopped liver, like I don’t deserve to be anything else.
Because I do. As much as you do.
So leave me be, for now, and forever if you must.
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