good and bad
and sometimes you find yourself hoping they'd call even though it's probably a bad idea.
“It’s my belief that history is a wheel.
‘Inconstancy is my very essence,’ says the wheel.
‘Rise up on my spokes if you like,
but don’t complain when you’re cast back down into the depths.
Good times pass away, but then so do the bad.
Mutability is our tragedy, but it’s also our hope.
The worst of times, like the best,
are always passing away.”
-- Boethius
if that's so, then i can't wait for the oodles of joy headed my way.
i can hope. i know it will be ok. i really do. i wish things had been more civilized. but they weren't. and now, for the first time. i'm am put in a position where i will probably not be friends with an ex. so sad. but i'm tired of weeping, when she should be the one doing so.
i smashed the sculpture she made and gave to me as a gift. it didn't change much. i opted against the nasty letter i was gonna send.
it's over. and that's it. i'll never she her again. and i'll never hold her to my chest. she will never sleep in my bed, but on the upside she can't hurt me anymore. i have seen to that.
sleep tight my friends. wondrous things await us... if not we can rejoice in the freedom of nothingness at the end of it all.
“It’s my belief that history is a wheel.
‘Inconstancy is my very essence,’ says the wheel.
‘Rise up on my spokes if you like,
but don’t complain when you’re cast back down into the depths.
Good times pass away, but then so do the bad.
Mutability is our tragedy, but it’s also our hope.
The worst of times, like the best,
are always passing away.”
-- Boethius
if that's so, then i can't wait for the oodles of joy headed my way.
i can hope. i know it will be ok. i really do. i wish things had been more civilized. but they weren't. and now, for the first time. i'm am put in a position where i will probably not be friends with an ex. so sad. but i'm tired of weeping, when she should be the one doing so.
i smashed the sculpture she made and gave to me as a gift. it didn't change much. i opted against the nasty letter i was gonna send.
it's over. and that's it. i'll never she her again. and i'll never hold her to my chest. she will never sleep in my bed, but on the upside she can't hurt me anymore. i have seen to that.
sleep tight my friends. wondrous things await us... if not we can rejoice in the freedom of nothingness at the end of it all.