Hey...
I don't need to say it, but all things come to and end, good or bad and this pointless experience is also entitled to this fact. So let me start by saying that what I'm going to say is stupid and you definitely don't care but I'd like to sort things out for myself. At this point, I realize how long it's been since I've cared...I don't even count the days, so it's with slight uncertainty when I say that last week was the last time I'll see you. I don't understand why I spent so long insisting on you but I really am glad that the chance of me seeing you have probably decreased by fifty percent and so please do me the favour of staying away. Out of sight and out of mind, so hopefully that pang of shame and embarrassment in my chest will diminish into a sense of confusion; oh wait, what's your name again? So understand that the reason I turned down the invitation to attend commencement is that I don't care for goodbyes and I don't care to celebrate any accomplishments you've made. It's in all honesty when I say I'm quite happy and very relieved you managed to graduate. Good luck in the future.
Sincerely, me.
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I don't even know where to start now. I have an endless list of things I'd like to say.
I keep thinking back to that day when I called you and you answered with an eager voice [perhaps happy, too?] even though you were in the middle of something and it was a rather an inconvenient time and place for you to converse. It's stupid and you definitely don't care but I'm toying around with different reasons in my mind as to why you answered. Did you expect me to confess my utter, burning love for you? Haha. Were you hoping I'd say 'Hey, um there's something I've been wanting to tell you...' with slight hesitation in my voice and so maybe, you could retort with something strong and passionate and you'd run outside to me and we'd run away until we drop dead, drive into the sunset, challenge the horizon, straighten the curvature of the earth and it'd be a happiness that'd survive our death? Haha. Well I didn't either. You might be happy to know that I see the reasons why...my heart is with you but so is my mind and that's where the problem lies. I don't know how to handle this so I feel everything from absolute happiness and profound anger to resentment and jealousy. This is it for now. [This is not a goodbye because I'd die if ever...]
,
I've closed my eyes and blindedly wished, with all my might, for things like 'love', 'happiness' and the chance to wake up someday as Sailor Venus. All stupid things that I wouldn't notice were gone, were they to disappear the next day. What I want now transcends the power of joy. I've been faithelessly wishing for a fast forward button to skip through the sad days and slow nights and bring myself to a moment where everything is absolutely great [assuming time is linear (which is always a possibility) and this moment where everything is structured in my favour to allow for maximum contentment actually exists (which I mostly doubt)].
,
I want a sunshine that threatens to shine forever. I want endless supplies of gasoline, clothes, shoes and makeup. I want access to all the libraries in the world. I want louder music in a faster car with more people screaming [we can lead a high speed chase down the freeway]. I want instability and an amplified sense of uncertainty.
went out just for a drive, it turned into the story of your life
I don't need to say it, but all things come to and end, good or bad and this pointless experience is also entitled to this fact. So let me start by saying that what I'm going to say is stupid and you definitely don't care but I'd like to sort things out for myself. At this point, I realize how long it's been since I've cared...I don't even count the days, so it's with slight uncertainty when I say that last week was the last time I'll see you. I don't understand why I spent so long insisting on you but I really am glad that the chance of me seeing you have probably decreased by fifty percent and so please do me the favour of staying away. Out of sight and out of mind, so hopefully that pang of shame and embarrassment in my chest will diminish into a sense of confusion; oh wait, what's your name again? So understand that the reason I turned down the invitation to attend commencement is that I don't care for goodbyes and I don't care to celebrate any accomplishments you've made. It's in all honesty when I say I'm quite happy and very relieved you managed to graduate. Good luck in the future.
Sincerely, me.
,
I don't even know where to start now. I have an endless list of things I'd like to say.
I keep thinking back to that day when I called you and you answered with an eager voice [perhaps happy, too?] even though you were in the middle of something and it was a rather an inconvenient time and place for you to converse. It's stupid and you definitely don't care but I'm toying around with different reasons in my mind as to why you answered. Did you expect me to confess my utter, burning love for you? Haha. Were you hoping I'd say 'Hey, um there's something I've been wanting to tell you...' with slight hesitation in my voice and so maybe, you could retort with something strong and passionate and you'd run outside to me and we'd run away until we drop dead, drive into the sunset, challenge the horizon, straighten the curvature of the earth and it'd be a happiness that'd survive our death? Haha. Well I didn't either. You might be happy to know that I see the reasons why...my heart is with you but so is my mind and that's where the problem lies. I don't know how to handle this so I feel everything from absolute happiness and profound anger to resentment and jealousy. This is it for now. [This is not a goodbye because I'd die if ever...]
,
I've closed my eyes and blindedly wished, with all my might, for things like 'love', 'happiness' and the chance to wake up someday as Sailor Venus. All stupid things that I wouldn't notice were gone, were they to disappear the next day. What I want now transcends the power of joy. I've been faithelessly wishing for a fast forward button to skip through the sad days and slow nights and bring myself to a moment where everything is absolutely great [assuming time is linear (which is always a possibility) and this moment where everything is structured in my favour to allow for maximum contentment actually exists (which I mostly doubt)].
,
I want a sunshine that threatens to shine forever. I want endless supplies of gasoline, clothes, shoes and makeup. I want access to all the libraries in the world. I want louder music in a faster car with more people screaming [we can lead a high speed chase down the freeway]. I want instability and an amplified sense of uncertainty.
went out just for a drive, it turned into the story of your life
