like lovers do on silver screens
You don't even have it in yourself to feel sorry for the mess you've made of your life, your head. You know you're the most selfish person you've ever met as well as you know that their defiant ignorance only fuels the resignation with which you treat your logical but non-existent self pity.
This is where any sane person would break down, have a raging panic attack. Make a scene. Force everyone around them to give a fuck.
You don't, can't do this. You don't care enough about yourself to think of your ordinary misery worthy of any kind of acknowledgement.
You're not noble, no, nothing but in your silence. You're scared of having to explain yourself. Scared because you can't. Explain.
You have nothing to say and no one would listen even if you did.
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I was trying to think of a witty or clever way to tell you that you have the most interesting blog I've ever read but it's late and I can't think of clever things right now. But it's so poetic, it hurts
I only use the word poetic ironically. What about you?
I don't usually use the word poetic. I can't think of another time when I actually have. So this must be a special occasion and in this circumstance, I used it wholeheartedly.
how did you even end up here? I'm curious.
I googled "I exist on the best terms I can" the other night and your page was one of the results. I'm glad it was.
According to Google it's an emo lyric now.
Lol at my life.
Well, if it makes you feel any better I was googling the quote hoping to find like a Ian Curtis journal of unfinished lyrics or something but your blog is just as interesting. Not emo in the least, more raw and honest.
Oh please, I listen to Fall Out Boy.
Well I can't argue with you on that one, everyone has their flaws. I'll just look past the whole Fall Out Boy thing. Your words are still captivating.
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