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Sunday, April 09, 2006
Post Alcoholic Thoughts
Nirm: "Pessimism doesn't look good on you." My thought in response: "Well I've run out of optimism as far as this subject is concerned."

And that? Is the goddamned truth. I think I am officially DONE, towel thrown in, white flag waving. I've used up whatever half fucking lies I've been telling myself for the past 2 years. All that bullshit of "Oh the right time will come, I need to focus on ME now" is over. I am offically pathetic, lonely, and sick of being the one who hasn't copped off. I am sick of being the only one without, the only sad one, the loose end. I am so sick of it.

And I am tired of everyone trying to comfort and reassure me. Because with the exception of Prince Fucking Charming who I am not counting because: Prince Fucking Charming, hello!, you have two fucking years of evidence working against you. You're wrong. "But--" No. You're wrong. Accept it and let's move on.

I love you though, and appreciate you trying.

But you're still wrong.


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