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Re: Closing last night
Showing up in my mom's family room and convincing me to visit her to find you was an excellent trick. I don't know what you expected. Bet I beat it, whatever it was. You certainly wrecked my ideas of heaven.
Throw up noise.
Really though, thank you. (So much.)
Re: Without
Today's been blurry. There was Halow, and I'm grateful for her attempts to help me let the last week catch up with me. I don't need one or two days a week to do chores but they're good for composing myself. It's entirely my fault that we're sleeping in two beds instead of one tonight, and if regret was something that was ever possible with you, I would've thought better of late night Cresco.
Instead, I got to hang out with my Adsit-self and perfect not screaming at spicy chinese food that raped my tastebuds off. Lunch was followed by Nana's ear doctor and every gross word in the English language that applies to stuff that clogs up hearing aids... It also meant potentially peeling off my your-school-hoodie(what the hell heat wave is depriving me of my SDA? Bastard sun.), and when Halow suggested it, I raared back, "No, Never" to which she responded, "what. you can still hold it and stroke it." Yeah. She knows. She'll warm up to you after she's convinced you'll be around for a bit. Fear is genetic, I believe.
My mom fears I'm being too hasty. Says a career isn't something you should fall back on if the stability exists only in emotions (which are fleeting). And besides, teachers don't make much money. She suggested business, says I'd be a great secretary... I'm just in it for the paper bag lunches anyway. Everything else will fall in place after I've secured those. I'd pack fruit, mostly, I imagine.
Thanks for loving me piece by piece and as a whole simultaneously. Fake fight or not, I always try to do the same.
Ain't no lie.
Showing up in my mom's family room and convincing me to visit her to find you was an excellent trick. I don't know what you expected. Bet I beat it, whatever it was. You certainly wrecked my ideas of heaven.
Throw up noise.
Really though, thank you. (So much.)
Re: Without
Today's been blurry. There was Halow, and I'm grateful for her attempts to help me let the last week catch up with me. I don't need one or two days a week to do chores but they're good for composing myself. It's entirely my fault that we're sleeping in two beds instead of one tonight, and if regret was something that was ever possible with you, I would've thought better of late night Cresco.
Instead, I got to hang out with my Adsit-self and perfect not screaming at spicy chinese food that raped my tastebuds off. Lunch was followed by Nana's ear doctor and every gross word in the English language that applies to stuff that clogs up hearing aids... It also meant potentially peeling off my your-school-hoodie(what the hell heat wave is depriving me of my SDA? Bastard sun.), and when Halow suggested it, I raared back, "No, Never" to which she responded, "what. you can still hold it and stroke it." Yeah. She knows. She'll warm up to you after she's convinced you'll be around for a bit. Fear is genetic, I believe.
My mom fears I'm being too hasty. Says a career isn't something you should fall back on if the stability exists only in emotions (which are fleeting). And besides, teachers don't make much money. She suggested business, says I'd be a great secretary... I'm just in it for the paper bag lunches anyway. Everything else will fall in place after I've secured those. I'd pack fruit, mostly, I imagine.
Thanks for loving me piece by piece and as a whole simultaneously. Fake fight or not, I always try to do the same.
Ain't no lie.