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i'm going to keep hitting you until you can't take anymore. do or die...i could go all night.
the days have been filled lately with construction work. construction of bedrooms along with the construction of a new life. jobhunting and socialization seasoned with electrical and drywall work. dead end after dead end. it's led me to begin dreaming lately of the good old days when we were actually friends; before everything went sour. last night i called you and we talked like we used to; before everything changed. i was laying on the bench in the mall and stared at the ceiling, my face overtaken by that stupid grin. it was the most quality time we've had since december, since before friendship turned to polite conversation. i remember the days when i'd walk to my 9am class and that sound that the stars make was the best thing i could imagine. those days are gone, probably for good. i'm quietly learning that four leaf clovers are only meant for irishmen and pussies. luck isn't real. life is about fighting for what you want without worry of judgment or punishment. always proclaiming that i'm a lover, not a fighter has gotten me right where i am in life: impatiently waiting to move one floor up from where i've always been. no longer will i flap gently in the wind like some sort of metaphorical plastic bag from the beginning of a cliche black and white arthouse film. i am a human being; i was born with a spine...now it's about goddamned time i started using it.
i'm going to keep hitting you until you can't take anymore. just say when.
the days have been filled lately with construction work. construction of bedrooms along with the construction of a new life. jobhunting and socialization seasoned with electrical and drywall work. dead end after dead end. it's led me to begin dreaming lately of the good old days when we were actually friends; before everything went sour. last night i called you and we talked like we used to; before everything changed. i was laying on the bench in the mall and stared at the ceiling, my face overtaken by that stupid grin. it was the most quality time we've had since december, since before friendship turned to polite conversation. i remember the days when i'd walk to my 9am class and that sound that the stars make was the best thing i could imagine. those days are gone, probably for good. i'm quietly learning that four leaf clovers are only meant for irishmen and pussies. luck isn't real. life is about fighting for what you want without worry of judgment or punishment. always proclaiming that i'm a lover, not a fighter has gotten me right where i am in life: impatiently waiting to move one floor up from where i've always been. no longer will i flap gently in the wind like some sort of metaphorical plastic bag from the beginning of a cliche black and white arthouse film. i am a human being; i was born with a spine...now it's about goddamned time i started using it.
i'm going to keep hitting you until you can't take anymore. just say when.