A Collection of Spectacles


i’m so tired. exhausted.

what seems like the most miniscule of things upsets me most because…it just gets to me.

but still i wonder, is it even worth explaning?

(note: the next few months will probably read like an enticing script)

i feel like i’m only interesting when it’s convienient to think so and i’m so tired and sick of that. i don’t want to matter occassionally. i should command importance all the time.

i’m never going to get what i want in this instance. i’m starting to realize this.

still, i keep placing one hand in the situation because i’m so fearful that i’m going to shut the door on it forever and, when i do, i’ll realize that i was wanted and i just denied myself that right forever.

what’s most upseting is that i’m starting to realize that nothing’s perfect, as obvious as that sounds. immature as it is, i used to hold you in such high accord and, like when i finally realized that my parents were human and not as great as once i once thought them to be, i’m experiencing a bit of
of sorts.

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One Response

  1. izzybelle says:

    Yeah. I’m tired too, but looking forward to this “enticing script” you speak of haha. You are interesting and important to me all of the time. All of the time. And yeah, realizing nothing’s perfect? It sucks ballz. Major hairy ballz.
    I’m sad that you are disappointed in what life is offering you right now. But remember, that I love you forever and always no matter what =] *BIG HUG*

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