Absolutely, positively.
I’m afraid that I’ve given so much positivity away,that I have none left for myself.
Blurry.
I’ve had something in my eye all day. I’m not quite sure it isn’t a tear.
To Be Sure
As sure as the shore who is never quite sure how far it will wash up onto the sand to reach the toes of the little princess who teases it so. Can one ever be too sure in the search for self certainty?
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Vanity.
I’m hoping that writing this stuff down makes me feel better and puts things into perspective since I hate talking to other people about myself. I think that’s why vain people disturb me so much. I don’t think anyone should spend an entire conversation with another person talking about themselves; if that’s how it’s going to be you may as well just talk to a mirror. At least then you know the person you’re talking to actually cares.
Yo
By Golly, I think I’m growing up.
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OMG! Adorbz of the Day: The mother of the best kid to be tricked by Jimmy Kimmel’s Halloween challenge — you know who I’m talking about — uploaded the full video of her awesome son’s precocious reaction to learning that all his treats are gone.
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every evening i will upon a star, that my brand new bright tomorrow isn’t very far.
Letter to an unconscious conscience.
I allowed myself one public breakdown per crisis and I had that on Saturday. So it’s Tuesday. No public displays of infliction. I don’t know why this is so upsetting. People get old and they die. If they’re lucky enough to get old. It’s the one guarantee of this life. Not a job, not a husband or wife, not even a promise of a happy childhood, these things aren’t guarantees. But dying is the one thing you never stop doing once you’re born. But I’m struggling with this one pop pop. And if you have to go now, please come back to say goodbye. If I had known your mind would go first, maybe I wouldn’t be losing mine. This isn’t the Pop pop I know. You weren’t always the most well mannered man but please come back. At least for a proper goodbye. And if I’m not around to wave back,make sure mommy is. She needs it. More than all of us.
