Sometimes, I just feel like saying...
- I'm sorry, you're out.
- You're too late.
- This is it.
I wish I had the strength or willpower to carry through with it. Maybe it won't be so horribly miserable that way.
It's almost 5 in the morning, I'm listening to one of the Jonas sisters and really tired. Craving seafood too.
Can't wait for the long weekend. Hoping that it'll be a blast. TEQUILAAA! ♥
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The above was posted about 6 hours ago. 2 minutes ago, I can proudly tell you I've said and done all of the above.
Hello, truth, my long lost friend.
Every single "why?" I had has met their answers. Though, admittedly, none of them are pleasing, I am contented with them for they are real. Finally, something real. Not flowery, not made up, not rehearsed.
You say it with no remorse, as if it all came as second nature to you. You pick on me about the slightest mistakes I make without remembering how flawed you were as well. Remember too that every mistake I'd made sparked from you, dear catalyst. So no, nothing you have done is justified.
Yes, perhaps I have known the answer all the while. But hearing you admit it just made so real and blunt. Like ice water running down the back of my shirt--momentary shock.
Somehow, I wished someone had broken your nose that day. It would've been highly entertaining, fun, right? For me, definitely :)
So yes, forever. Until I am gone or until I turn to dust. Just like you said it.
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Once again, TEQUILA tonight!