Somber panic//Wretched addict
It is my hope sincere we achieve harmony. Recent changes have been difficult for me. But I know that despite the bad things that happen to me, I'm cleaving to my principles. Aligning myself along these ideas give me an arrow to follow. When the fearful fog sets in. When I question myself, my role, my likability, the strength of my love. I close my eyes, and laugh.
It mostly works.
But I do question the strength of my loves.
Some long parted and little maintained. One day we will meet again, two strangers hugging.
There is accumulation of disdain taking place, I feel like one of my oldest and most cherished is a wretch to be sure. I am disappointed. I know that if a friend reached out to me, I would, at the very fucking least, reach back. A beer doesn't fix that, how can a beer repay being a fair-weather-fuck that thinks: it's probably fine.
When it most definitely wasn't. Sorry to inconvenience you sir.
In other news, my brother wants to get lunch, I don't.
It mostly works.
But I do question the strength of my loves.
Some long parted and little maintained. One day we will meet again, two strangers hugging.
There is accumulation of disdain taking place, I feel like one of my oldest and most cherished is a wretch to be sure. I am disappointed. I know that if a friend reached out to me, I would, at the very fucking least, reach back. A beer doesn't fix that, how can a beer repay being a fair-weather-fuck that thinks: it's probably fine.
When it most definitely wasn't. Sorry to inconvenience you sir.
In other news, my brother wants to get lunch, I don't.