postiticharus
I've had an epiphany.The epiphany, really. The one big revelation that defines my sorry existence.
I don't fucking matter.
My husband is not a man,
or for that matter, a wife.
In fact, I don't even know what my husband is.
He's the rain and the trees
She's the smile on my best friend's face
It's the acceptance I have when I get the feeling
That, as much as I try to convince myself otherwise,
Someone does care.
I always seem to jump to automatic conclusions when it comes to my friends. They're in a bad mood? It's my fault. Only for the negative things, though. I'm positive that positivity on their part has other origins. Other origins like chocolate and Better-Than-Sex cake.
I used to wish that my life wasn't so dull. Now, I've come to realize the difference between dull and lonely and how the latter is far more pitiful. Cheers? Well, if I had someone to clink glasses with, I would. Now I'll just curl up and swirl my glass alone.
It's funny just how colorful autumn pretends to be.
Walking under trees, all we seem to see are vibrant reds, yellows,
oranges, and greens. But when you back up and look at the big picture...
All you can see is a dull, faded brown.
You know that weird feeling, like you're made of two opposite forces
Running in two directions
Happy but sad, tired but full of energy,
like you're in a hot tub eating ice cream?
Yeah? Well, in the end, it melts, and you start to feel ill
Because you've been sitting in the bubbles and the heat
for too long.