Jun 06, 2005 10:28
I want to be angry.
I want to not let my heart get snagged on a nail as I try to walk out your door.
I want to pretend I could live without this.
I want to read your words and ignore the tears that well up in my eyes.
I want to erase my mind of every memory we've ever shared and believe I wouldn't somehow still remember.
I want to lie to myself and say this means nothing.
I want to be able to imagine a life where I don't need your safety pins to hold my heart together.
I want to believe I mean anything that I just said.
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This is it. This will make or break me us. I'm tired of talking. It's time to do this already. It's time for me to start on the road to improving my own life, and hopefully, in turn, yours. It's so easy to give up and stay in this private little purgatory I've stuck myself in. The act of simply existing and moving neither forward nor backward. Totally comfortable in my rut. It's time for me to be selfish. I've always worried too much about how my actions will affect others, but this time it doesn't matter to me.
IT'S TIME TO START FUCKING LIVING.