Hello, hello Friends! 🙂
I’m really excited about this post because I’ve been planning it for awhile now, and it’s a much lighter topic than most of the other things I’ve posted this month!
People say that laughter is the best medicine, but laughter comes in third for me.
Let us think the unthinkable, let us do the undoable, let’s grapple with the ineffable and see if we may not eff it after all. — Douglas Adams
Maybe you’re the ineffable I must grapple with, and maybe you cannot be effed with after all.
You broke me while pretending to fix me,
You walked away with blood on your hands, and smiled as you washed the best parts of me down the drain.
I was your victim. A hopeless tumbleweed in your tornado, and you showed no remorse, even when I begged you for just a shred of truth.
It’s not like I ever asked for an apology, because I knew you’d never be able to raise yourself to that level of sincerity, but I wanted to hear why you felt the need to cut me so deep.
You stood beside my bed and watched as I cried into the dip of the mattress and bled into every word I wrote in my diaries.
You said it was all for my benefit, and you only wanted what was best for me. I still don’t know why I believed you.
You’ve got the power, but you abuse it.
You possess the truth, but you don’t use it.
You manipulate those around you, and you beat them down, so they have no choice but to stick around and love you.
And after all you’ve put me through, boy, do I ever love you.
Hello again, Friends!
Today I eat a huge piece of humble pie, and I talk about something I am extremely ashamed of. I talk about some great things, too, but I’m mostly embarrassed and disgusted by my actions, and I am almost hoping this doesn’t get any views.
*This is actually May 9th’s post, I’m just running super late! I’d also like to note before I really get into this: I tried to make this post as accurate as possible, however, as I’ve previously stated, I have sponge cake for a brain and I didn’t keep great records at the time, so the order of events may be slightly off. *
The Internet can be a wonderful, or a terrible place.
A Rambler In Bloom 