sucks. to the core. in completion.
and when all really went rotten, it seems like there are only two who, whether or not aware of the situation, really tame my heart when I think of them.
Two old friends. Not old in age, but in the way they've known me.
around them, I don't give a thing about who i am or what i am or how i am. I'm me around them. I'm free. I'm loved.
And so, when I'm down so low, i begin to miss you.
I don't mean to sound harmful, but I am only a person, a human being, you know.
I have my ups and downs, my complaints and preferences. I don't have to be objective. I have my beliefs. I have my perspectives. The only peculiar thing is that I have this tendency to be too honest. Too honest to not hurt people. I'm sorry for the aches. Yet facts are facts. Unpolished truths are, after all, truths.
The thing is, feeling down doesn't necessarily mean that you need to be consoled. Although apparently chances are. It's not 100 % all-time true. There might just be 0.0001% chance that you just want to crash and burn instead of getting back on your two feets.
I mean, since you have fallen, and since you knew from the very beginning that you are bound to step up again, why not lie there just a second more?
Of course we'll move on. Of course it takes perspiration to stand up again. But now, just for the moment, can't I just take a rest? Shoot.
You don't have to be convinced by my bouche, even though you might not have found the argument to defend yourself. I know you might just be right. But all I want to do is explain why I need to go rotten, just for a second.
And I'm telling you why you don't have to ask about this. I have told you. You can try to figure it out, just do NOT mention this to me.
I mean, does it really kill to come to the countryside, with me?
Stephanie. Stella. I miss you. :)