Well.
It's funny how shit only happens when you stop expecting it. I have my reasons for being paranoid.
To my notebook,
I'm sorry I thought you were replaceable. I was wrong, I see that now.
Do you all remember when I said I don't need anyone, and that you can fucking keep Toto when I blow away?
I'm saying it again.
then again.
someone.
please.
dear god,
I don't believe in you specifically. Not you in Christian form. But I have a feeling you're there somewhere. Just, help me see that I have what I need, and I don't need anything more than that.
I'm an Expressive. A driving Expressive. I tell people how I feel. It's in my nature.
Thanks anyway though.
To my crazy,
Maybe it's better you're here. It gives me comfort. It's a constant. You are welcome back any time. Please.
I'm done.
And then
DUH. head desk.
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