It's good I'm never waiting, right beside the telephone
Sometimes ya, know it's good to be a geek.
stop treating me like some kind of fragile flower. stop pretending you have any idea what goes on inside my twisted fucking brain. things aren't as simple as you are trying to make them sound. who are you trying to comfort anyway, me? nah, you're trying to convince yourself of what you're saying. if things were really, truly, that simple we'd live in some kind of fucked stepford parallel. every ending isn't fatal. around and around and around we go, where it stops nobody knows. every beginning isn't new.
i don't need to hate the person that you mistakenly believe ruined my life. just because i wasn't sure i was ready yet to let it go doesn't mean that it was a surprise. did you really think i was going to tell you that i didn't see us together in five years? i can't tell you that crap. my best friend in the world gave me three wonderful years in a physical place that i found to be sub-wonderful. why should i hate? i see no reason to do so. do you ever really stop loving someone who you know so completely inside out? can you?
what the fuck is the definition of love.
i'm not that person that you've built for your fantasy world. i'm not. i'm just fucking not. my world wasn't the world that you built for your amusement. it wasn't. you can't force it into that shape. slow moving liquids worlds are wonderful concepts, aren't they? every ending isn't fatal. aroundandaroundandaround.