Sad sights linger closer to a heart that is left broken.  How does one then repair what is never admitted, anyways?  Never assume, never admit.  So I’m told.

Scattered thoughts and even worse, short attention span as I age… gracefully, mind you.  If I’m to admit a single thing to you, you alone, it is that I have grown but refuse to change.  Stubborn as I may forever be, I must admit that I crave for you now more than any time ever before.  Assurance rested, I hope you feel me like I still you.

Never the less, I come to you today from a much different approach.  I deplore this coming week.  I won’t bother with specific details or reasoning, but if there was ever a chance that an entire week could forever be erased from a calender and never mentioned again, I’d wish upon a star that it was next week.  I’d rather be by myself.  I’ll leave it at that.  I can’t get what I want because I simply can’t have what I want at this time because it simply is not possible, so rather than have anything at all, I’ll settle for the bitterness of nothingness.

Give it all away, again.  I’m always here for you, you, and you… but at the end of the day, who stands there for me when I need them most?  Bridges burned are a telling sign I’m sure, but does one continue to revel in being karma’s main bitch for too much longer?  I’d think not.  I’d hope not.  I can barely keep my eyes open as I type this all out.  What does that say about me?

What does it say about you for even reading any of this?

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