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you have to tell yourself that its not your battle. over and over again you say things like this but it still feels stuck. there's still that voice in your throat that explodes and demands and fights. you get mean. your hair is dirty. you have yoga tomorrow at 11 am. and ceramics. and you have to wake up at 7 30 and it's 3 in the morning, now.
it's not your battle. you listen to the shins and there's some kind of thing in you that slows down. and you wonder about the way you said "sometimes love isn't enough." because that man taught you that. and that man had a lot of fucking things in his head that weren't okay. or true. so when you're saying it, you're shaking a little because it's hard to say. defeat. contempt. but you feel confident. until you're sitting at a computer thinking, "did i just say that?" nothing is really real.
you bought a bird thinking the bird would make you feel better. but what you realize is that the bird is just as sad and afraid as you are.
when you're making love doesn't everything feel like the first time you've ever felt anything? and it feels like that for awhile after you come. and then eventually you're back to the place you were, before. who even reads this shit? haven't you all moved to tumblr? what the fuck is tumblr even about? do you know you spend too much money on fucking shoes and your expensive sunglasses look like shit?
it's not your battle. you listen to the shins and there's some kind of thing in you that slows down. and you wonder about the way you said "sometimes love isn't enough." because that man taught you that. and that man had a lot of fucking things in his head that weren't okay. or true. so when you're saying it, you're shaking a little because it's hard to say. defeat. contempt. but you feel confident. until you're sitting at a computer thinking, "did i just say that?" nothing is really real.
you bought a bird thinking the bird would make you feel better. but what you realize is that the bird is just as sad and afraid as you are.
when you're making love doesn't everything feel like the first time you've ever felt anything? and it feels like that for awhile after you come. and then eventually you're back to the place you were, before. who even reads this shit? haven't you all moved to tumblr? what the fuck is tumblr even about? do you know you spend too much money on fucking shoes and your expensive sunglasses look like shit?