And in the end... the love you take is equal to the love you make
Look everyone, I get it. Sometimes I write and say shit that is hard to believe. It's larger than life and crazier than hell and most of you will look at me and think, what makes her so fucking special?
I wish I knew. It's probably going to be easier to think I'm full of shit here on the internet than it is to buy what I'm trying to say. It doesn't offend me. Even people who know me, flesh and blood don't believe in the life I live. In fact, if you aren't there, watching the madness you probably have no doubt I'm just a good writer. I admit embellishments here in this journal for occasional artistic integrity [nods... yea] but the best part? If I HONESTLY told anyone half of the shit I'd seen, heard, done and been through, you'd lock me in a padded room. I'd have to be lying. There's just no way. None at all. It can't be true. Not even a shred can be true? It's impossible.
Be that as it may. Assume my goal is to entertain you, while I purge memories I can no longer hold in.
I've only got one left that's breaking from my heart and when I finish the story you'll know just why I am who I am. Or you'll think I'm more bored and creative than any other woman on the planet.
The following update is coming. It's taken me a year to get to a safe place to be able to tell you this final story. So I admit it will take me a hot minute to put it in typeface.
Always,
The everlasting,
Airie.
I wish I knew. It's probably going to be easier to think I'm full of shit here on the internet than it is to buy what I'm trying to say. It doesn't offend me. Even people who know me, flesh and blood don't believe in the life I live. In fact, if you aren't there, watching the madness you probably have no doubt I'm just a good writer. I admit embellishments here in this journal for occasional artistic integrity [nods... yea] but the best part? If I HONESTLY told anyone half of the shit I'd seen, heard, done and been through, you'd lock me in a padded room. I'd have to be lying. There's just no way. None at all. It can't be true. Not even a shred can be true? It's impossible.
Be that as it may. Assume my goal is to entertain you, while I purge memories I can no longer hold in.
I've only got one left that's breaking from my heart and when I finish the story you'll know just why I am who I am. Or you'll think I'm more bored and creative than any other woman on the planet.
The following update is coming. It's taken me a year to get to a safe place to be able to tell you this final story. So I admit it will take me a hot minute to put it in typeface.
Always,
The everlasting,
Airie.