i used to write things down when there was too much goin on in my head. kinda like tumblr with pencil and paper. (lol.)
holy mother, i was a HOT MESS.
for all the reasons I should show you off to them.
for all the reasons they wouldn’t understand.
even for all the reasons we complained.
even for all the reasons I could never fit in.
too bad im bad at goodbyes. lol.
i’m starting to miss you already.
i have a confession to make.
i was intimidated by you since the start. you made it seem like you had it all together. the more i get to know you, the more i realize how wrong i was. every conversation we have surprises me with new things, both in jokes and confessions. but even more than that, your brokenness was a reflection of me. so how can i not feel so much hurt for you?
but what can i do for you? what can i say without making it seem like i’m trying to attack or offend you? how do i do it effectively and selflessly simultaneously?
because once i lose that passionate feeling to help you out—being the successful saleswoman, your persuasive savior— not only have i completely missed the point, but it really was just glorified gossip, wasn’t it?
This year, for lent, I’ve decided (as of today), that I will be fasting from Tumblr… and fries.
I hope this is clear: I’m doing this not because I practice Lent, but it’s a good practice.
Let’s be real, fries are an accessory in my life that makes me fat and regretful. And Tumblr is super. But it’s getting to be more super than a lot of stuff that should be more super than Tumblr.
Le sigh. What a sad day, as I bid you both goodbye, but for some reason, for once, I am super excited for the disciplining period that lies ahead: all this extra time that I will have and all this not feeling regretful of the food I partake in (maybe).
I will miss you both dearly. Adieu, til Easter.
that wasn’t a question. or an answer. you’re the worst.