Sometimes I wish you would just hold me and I often wonder about how impossible that would be.
(Completely. It's not even worth asking.)
I hate myself too much right now to even dream about it. I don't think I can even stand to see your face for a while. It would just remind me of how amazing you are and how I have no right to feel this way for you.
Avoidance. Avoidance is the answer.
(No, it's not. But I have to be by myself for just a little while longer.)
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I know that I swore off of blogging, but there are nights when my wrists and my eyes are too tired and I have little patience for myself, much less for writing and keeping my writing neat. So, here I am, and here I go.