Wow, hi best friend. Imagine running into you again.
Tears are real. Tears hurt. Especially when your friends seemingly abandoned you on the path of least resistance. I am so sorry. So, so sorry. Everything's a mess. And we weren't there to clean you up. Or I wasn't, for sure. I'm going to bring a mop next time though. There will be a next time soon.
So soon. Hello, deceptacon...
Pieces fall together. Pieces fall apart. However, I want to glue our fucking pieces together because I am impatient, confused, beating around the bush, unhappy but happy, confident and not, and altogether a jumbly mess because the pieces keep falling apart. And they need to stick together. Together is a much happier state than apart. Lo and behold.
Can't we be the kittens holding daisies in a rainstorm?
I'm sorry, that's the image I get when people compare their lives to puzzles, because it's so overdone.
(Like kittens holding daisies in a rainstorm.)
Did I mention....
When people are upset with me, avoiding me, or have a problem with me, I like them to tell me.
And I know everyone says that. But legitimately, tell me.
TELL ME.
TELLMETELLMETELLME.
Or else those kittens will turn into angry alleycats, their daisies will droop, and the rain will turn acidic.
I am in a dangerous mood right now. I plan to go for a run in the dark to placate my whirring brain.
And then, we sever...
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