Some days I wake up and hate everything.

Things I Did When I Was Dead:

I Am A Smarmy Little Bastard.
I'm the calm before the storm.
I'm a terror to behold.
I was born lucky. I know this.
I change every day.
I am desperate and selfish.
Life is mine for the taking.
I am unbreakable.
I am not good enough.
And I owe you better.
And I am trying.
I don't have the answers.
I'm sorry I'm in love with another anonymous stranger.
I will leave this place better than I found it.

I'm not sure how it's going to turn out, except I'll die in the end, she said. So, really, what could go wrong?

I would have been in love with you.
And now you're in love with the future.

I was waiting for such a long time, she said. I thought you forgot. It's hard to forget, I said, when there is such an empty space when you are gone.

While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight

And I still believe I can't be saved.

Obviously because beards IRL scare the living shit out of me (it’s not personal), and also disgust me in ways I can’t explain, if my husband were to grow one, I would shit, I hate the way ALL hair feels. ALL OF IT. Pubes, beards, head-hair,eyebrows, mustaches. Today I found 2 hairs in my food, I have never been so disgusted, in my whole entire life.

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