Spilt milk and raw cake.
What's the point of crying over it anyways?
Took some inspiration, from an endless well.
No big loss, just cast another spell.
I do things twice, just as nice.
You owe it to other people, to get your shit right.
You're a living example. An icon, whether you like it or not. You're a symbol of their own strength.
Sometimes we have to see it another people before we can see it in ourselves.
It's 92° up here. I'm glad I got that new AC.
Changed the locks on my door.
Thanks dad for teaching me to be handy.
I think I'm the dying one.
The grief is for the old me.
A fake friend said they knew they needed to die in order to grow, and it was going to be scary.
I nodded my head, knowing.
I wanted their old reality to pass on.
Turns out it was only ever me all along.
I started a drawing of some nuns kissing.
A gym friend commented, "I love this."
The next day he suicided.
I never finished. Seemed a lesser sin some way.
Like waiting for him to come back, not missing out on a single day.
Let that addiction wash into fiction.
Wake up fresh and clean, a new day.
I swear just the admission is worth the fare.
Trust each moment isn't mere coincidence.
Take me back to AA.
It works if you work it.
Keep coming back.
God grant me the serenity...
Change and change and change.
I'm earning that 30-day.
"I love you."
I love you too, now go away.
Bite my tongue.
Some rights must stay wronged.
My right thigh keeps jumping around.