my life my shit

Some things are really hard to write about. After something happens, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or you underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want it to. And the only kind of life i can conceptualise right now is the kind where we just keep going. So this is what we do. Whatever happens is going to happen, and there's no way to know right now what will. ’m tired of trying to figure out where to put you in my life, or if I should just cast you out entirely. I’m sick of having so much to say to you when I know I won’t ever tell you the majority of my thoughts. I want you to stop existing. I want you to stay with me forever.

posted by felecia @ 9:59 PM