Nonsense.
This is only a record.
ok maybe not only.
You know that “being ready isn’t a feeling, it’s a decision”, I’ve come to learn that true for alot of things.
As someone who values logic over emotion, for a long time, my emotions were so exceptionally loud that my logic could barely get a word in. Especially when I was in the soup.
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(They put you in the soup when you’re 23 and then they divide you by 3 when you’re 24)
However, tonight I have decided to cut out my graceless heart, stop dragging the horse around because all of his questions are such a mournful sound, and at last, at last, at last, restart.
I was about to type “I owe it to myself”, but honestly I owe so much more than that because of what I have done to my little Sid.
I’m ready to suffer and I’m ready to hope, it’s a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat.
Let’s go fuckers, I’m ready to get my heartbroken again.
