If we can't make the good moments last, let's make the last moments good.

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1) We said we won't talk about that thing we agreed not to talk about because it spoils everything so I won't. (And that's different from actually talking about it. Oh, thank you so fucking very much.)

2) No, I have no expectations but I am a little disappointed. (The contradiction is so glaring it's plain rude.)

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Count not the days. Nor Elizabeth Barrett Browning ways. But make your days count.

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I love you. Doesn't mean I can stand you. If I get stuck here long enough, I'm going to stop doing that first thing that I say I do.

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Sometimes, we are worlds apart. Like now, you deep in slumber and I wide awake and lonely, and until 10 minutes ago still (mildly) frustrated with you.

I know I can just stonewall you. But I'm learning the hard way that this measure causes damage more than ever, insidious like a silent killer. If I won't let myself be irked from time to time, there ( Read more... )

1) Picked up a new writing form - the affidavit. It renewed my regrets about not having focused my efforts in school. I might have made at least an okay lawyer. My second draft came back from the office yesterday with so little changed. I try to delight in this. One must always remember to take pleasure. (Especially in times of desperation.)

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Passed a beggar last night in the underpass. Got to hand it to her. Ha. All she said was 'take care' and I wept. So I went back and gave her a 50. Think she'll take another 50 to hold me for a while? Heh. Now wouldn't that make a good story? Fancy myself some kind of Blanche Dubois.

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Let down the lids and had my eyes loll around the blackness of the orbits trying to catch something there. Something safe and inconsequential to share. A glimmer of a thought to spare to let fall on deaf ears. Nothing. And nothing left to do but observe some radio silence in mourning. Tonight something died in there.

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If the consolation for when people fight is that they must care. Then I hate to think what it means when they no longer care to fight.

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I rather not pretend to be comforted by empty words of encouragement. Just saying. Don't tell me 'everything will be ok' AND expect me to buy it. Do NOT make me apologize because I don't.

I accept that most of society practice empty pleasantries. I apologize that the best I can do about it is not take offence assuming that sometimes, these senseless ( Read more... )