Have you ever gotten so mad at yourself over the most dumbest, ridiculous, silliest things, you start throwing shit around because at least it gets out the right way?
"Right" yeah how bout that
I'm sorry rage gets to the better of me
I'm sorry I'm like this
I just don't get the need for ambiguity
If you're going to do something, then do it
If you're planning to tell it's going to be with people, then tell it's going to be with people
Or if it's just a small group of people, tell that.
If you're thinking that you should let me know, then let me know
Don't tell me bits of it and leave details behind because you think it's best.
If you wanna tell me, tell. But tell me the whole thing because piecing things out gets tiring and hurtful to some extent.
If you wanna leave things out, then don't tell at all.
Just, don't.
It's just, sometimes, when you think you're going to be okay with a decision or an idea, it sucks to find out you still aren't.
It's like thinking you're okay with the blouse you got, you keep telling yourself it'll look good and you'll be okay with it.
Until you find out you're not, that's when it hits you...
Can a new blouse really replace the sentimental value of an old one?
Despite them telling they love the new one?
They wear the new one and say they love it.
How do you know that one night, they'll just open their closet and start looking for the old blouse because it's so worn and haggard through a lot of things?
How is it up to you to tell them to love the new blouse more than the old one?
You can't.
There's the usual assurance and conviction that new blouse>old blouse but really, how far do you trust yourself to tell yourself that it's going to be the new blouse, always?
Is it a matter of trust or is it simply the classic case of insecurity?
I thought I might need to get this out of my system before it starts eating me alive.
I'm really sorry I'm like this.
On the other hand, it must feel good to be the old blouse don't you think?
It's simply irreplaceable with memories.
I'll get back to you,
"Right" yeah how bout that
I'm sorry rage gets to the better of me
I'm sorry I'm like this
I just don't get the need for ambiguity
If you're going to do something, then do it
If you're planning to tell it's going to be with people, then tell it's going to be with people
Or if it's just a small group of people, tell that.
If you're thinking that you should let me know, then let me know
Don't tell me bits of it and leave details behind because you think it's best.
If you wanna tell me, tell. But tell me the whole thing because piecing things out gets tiring and hurtful to some extent.
If you wanna leave things out, then don't tell at all.
Just, don't.
It's just, sometimes, when you think you're going to be okay with a decision or an idea, it sucks to find out you still aren't.
It's like thinking you're okay with the blouse you got, you keep telling yourself it'll look good and you'll be okay with it.
Until you find out you're not, that's when it hits you...
Can a new blouse really replace the sentimental value of an old one?
Despite them telling they love the new one?
They wear the new one and say they love it.
How do you know that one night, they'll just open their closet and start looking for the old blouse because it's so worn and haggard through a lot of things?
How is it up to you to tell them to love the new blouse more than the old one?
You can't.
There's the usual assurance and conviction that new blouse>old blouse but really, how far do you trust yourself to tell yourself that it's going to be the new blouse, always?
Is it a matter of trust or is it simply the classic case of insecurity?
I thought I might need to get this out of my system before it starts eating me alive.
I'm really sorry I'm like this.
On the other hand, it must feel good to be the old blouse don't you think?
It's simply irreplaceable with memories.
I'll get back to you,
xom.
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