THURSDAY. MAY 24, 2012. 1:16 AM
I: Love. Want. Kiss. Admire. Care for. Like. Treasure. Delight in. Appreciate. Enjoy. Confide in. Trust. Understand. Respect. Believe in. Prefer you.
You: Love. Want. Kiss. Excite. Confuse. Believe in. Support. Encourage. Comfort. Concern. Frustrate. Enlighten. Observe. Awaken me.
We: Feel. Search. Find. Live. Love. Hurt. Heal. Are different, but the same.
Be still.
WEDNESDAY. APRIL 4, 2012. 12:38 PM
Dear Diary (and any relevant adversaries),
I’ve tried to shake it off, but I’ve realized I always have been and most likely, always will be the underdog. Never quite popular, it might seem that I’m not the most skilled at playing the game. Perhaps, I am. Perhaps, I’m not. Maybe I just won’t participate. You won’t expect it. But, I’ll make damn sure I win. I always do. Eventually. In more ways than you’ll ever know. And deeper than the sad pittance of a shallow victory you’re preparing your speech for.
Children on the playground, I know. You’ll try to get under my skin. It might work for 5 minutes. But without capacity for values, your facades will evaporate in time, real life will happen and we’ll see how you fare. I’d really rather not, but if you wanna play, I’ll play. Maybe. Or maybe I’ll just go paint and take a nap. If I do, I guarantee I won’t follow your rules.
x
