Somehow, we ended up talking for hours.
Not the first time, for sure, hopefully not the last.
I'm just gonna free flow here... if I can manage to even do that
Is it love I feel for him, or is it protection? Is there a difference?
How does he not get how much of my daily life was protecting him, teaching him, helping him... it's it my fault that I feel like he took me for granted?
Bullet
Promises are made to be broken, he said, bullets are cheap.
Why
Why does any of this mean anything? Why do I feel the need to feel?
He started yelling about, maybe 2 hours before he finally melted down and went off the deep end.
None of this shit can be changed, the past is the past. I can't protect him from it.
Why
Why does any of this mean anything?
Is that being human? What good does it do?
How could anyone have a "perfect" life? What does that even mean? Who decides what the standards are to be perfect? Who tells us when things have fallen short?
Discord and resolve
Bitter and sweet
Hot and cold
Unpopular opinion, everything is exactly as it should be.
Tough to really swallow
I struggle
Conscious experience/existance/awareness
Incredible, fucking crazy
Deal with it.
