SheFallsSoftly

My life is a farce. It could not possibly be anything else, because there’s no way that all of this isn’t just a joke. I know I should be playing my part here, and worrying about what all of this means. Neurotic, I’m supposed to think too much… but I just can’t make myself care. "This," for me, is done and over and just not much worth thinking about anymore. I should be concerned about some other stuff too, will we stay friends, will I find eternal love and happiness, are we wrong… I can list them off, but can’t control them and I’m too exhausted from all of this feeling in the last few months to feel too much about these. I will let the wind carry me, see where I end up, hope it’s somewhere with a warm bed and lots of books.

I won’t pretend that you don’t make me happy, but I won’t pretend I’ll let you hurt me again either.

I think I’m going to finish my book, play some Guitar Hero, and then go back to sleep.

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