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A voice says,
"Why Adelaide?
You could live anywhere,"
and I say:
"Because I want to.
Because I want to.
I really, really want to."
Why do you tear your hair out, break your pencils, yell, and make wholly unnecessary, malicious, very childish comments in a fit of rage? Because of an idea. Because you've let yourself get caught up in so many ideas, and frustrated by having to keep up with other ideas. But it doesn't need to be about any ideas. It just needs to be what is, and that's where the fog of war comes rolling in over my battle with myself. I care about you more than I know how to measure with who I am in the whole of my life, and if you're not always sure of that, I need to show you again and again just because of that very fact.
For now, I'll crunch some more numbers, sip some more Diet Mountain Dew, and hope your right ear is welled. Enough for me to come to it later.
"Why Adelaide?
You could live anywhere,"
and I say:
"Because I want to.
Because I want to.
I really, really want to."
Why do you tear your hair out, break your pencils, yell, and make wholly unnecessary, malicious, very childish comments in a fit of rage? Because of an idea. Because you've let yourself get caught up in so many ideas, and frustrated by having to keep up with other ideas. But it doesn't need to be about any ideas. It just needs to be what is, and that's where the fog of war comes rolling in over my battle with myself. I care about you more than I know how to measure with who I am in the whole of my life, and if you're not always sure of that, I need to show you again and again just because of that very fact.
For now, I'll crunch some more numbers, sip some more Diet Mountain Dew, and hope your right ear is welled. Enough for me to come to it later.