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THIS YEAR IS DIFFERENT.
You’re going to hear things and I don’t care what they are. For all I know, it’s all going to be true. All I ask of you is not to act on anything you hear. Let me fight my own battles because even though I don’t know how to, I’m not sure I trust anyone else to do so. You can trust me if you believe in freedom of speech, in honesty, in freedom of though, in loyalty, in reality, in the fact that not all art is beautiful, in loving what you hate and vice versa, in the Yonatan complex, in the fact that pride and greed can ruin friendships and relationships, in the fact that not all loves end in romance and not all romances end in love, in falling in love with your best friend, in pain and suffering and not wanting it to go away for the sake of creativity; in everything you believe getting proved wrong with one simple face expression. I trust me.
Hear what you want to. Believe what you want to. Be friends with whoever you want to. Just don’t take your beliefs out on me because that doesn’t help anyone or anything, not even your pride. I don’t regret anything except endings, and I’ve only experienced one ending that I can remember. I have a semi-selective memory, something like doublethink, except much more logical and controlled and purposeful. I’m completely unstable. I have a best friend.
This year is different. If you’re different, too, then maybe you and I could be more than just ‘okay’.
♥ and spades ♥
You’re going to hear things and I don’t care what they are. For all I know, it’s all going to be true. All I ask of you is not to act on anything you hear. Let me fight my own battles because even though I don’t know how to, I’m not sure I trust anyone else to do so. You can trust me if you believe in freedom of speech, in honesty, in freedom of though, in loyalty, in reality, in the fact that not all art is beautiful, in loving what you hate and vice versa, in the Yonatan complex, in the fact that pride and greed can ruin friendships and relationships, in the fact that not all loves end in romance and not all romances end in love, in falling in love with your best friend, in pain and suffering and not wanting it to go away for the sake of creativity; in everything you believe getting proved wrong with one simple face expression. I trust me.
Hear what you want to. Believe what you want to. Be friends with whoever you want to. Just don’t take your beliefs out on me because that doesn’t help anyone or anything, not even your pride. I don’t regret anything except endings, and I’ve only experienced one ending that I can remember. I have a semi-selective memory, something like doublethink, except much more logical and controlled and purposeful. I’m completely unstable. I have a best friend.
This year is different. If you’re different, too, then maybe you and I could be more than just ‘okay’.
♥ and spades ♥