Advice I’m given never quite applies. I sleep with one or both eyes open at night because I don’t believe half of the bullshit that I hear. I elect to reject what is near and dear from the ones that I despise. I trust you as little as I trust myself. To let it go, forgive but not forget. Because I’m so goddamn bitter that it keeps me up at night. I’ve held a grudge since two thousand and fucking two. Well I can’t help but feel tension, concentrated and immobile because blood is thicker than water, I feel I’m stammering trying to carry on. Because in these depths we’re treading, and I for one am dreading the awkward confrontations between the ones you used to trust who decided you weren’t worth it. So here’s to my old friends, my landlord and stadium budget towing. My almost sister-in-law, and my old boss. (He’s such a dick!) Well I don’t need them to stand on my two feet, though I would be a liar if I said it wouldn’t be nice to be needed.
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