DurAnorak (duranorak) wrote,
DurAnorak
duranorak

Fuck. I hate the sound of my heart breaking.
I hate the sound of me crying out in pain at it.
I hate the feeling of tears dripping onto my clothes.

All I wanted was something that was quietly mine, for a while. No chance of that, now.

And, boyofbadgers, can I perhaps borrow the t-shirt until I can get one of my own made? I don't know, when will I learn? Why is the only thing I can ever be optimistic about the only thing I always *know* I'll be disappointed by?

Why is the only thing someone can be reliable about an ability to be entirely unreliable?

And, nisaba...~hugs~ We love him, too. Still on for Thursday?

I'll make a phonecall now and I can't explain why it's all wrong so I suppose I have to pretend that it's all right.

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