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leaves me baffled.

A Parable of the Prodigal Son, except that I am not your father and you are not my son. I am your lover and you were to me, once. Except that you never really returned at all. You were there, yes. But you, "You," you never really came back. You looked at me in a manner that was very alien to me. You weren't you.

We were once, lest you have forgotten. We were once one.

Hello Stranger. I guess, "I'll just see you in another life, when we are both cats."

Random-

• today felt like forever
• today felt like forever, but I just said that right?
• today has been an Everybody Hates Jen day thereby sprouting the Yaya You're Such a Loser feeling in me
• I cant wait for the weekend to come
• lost is me
• ever tried Jell-o shots? They make good company for perpetual highness.
• I want to quit. I always want to quit whenever shit happens.
• I just realized how much of a sloppy wobbly chicken I am. Fuckett.

Kbye.

I was browsing browsing browsing like what I 24/7ly do and then I stumbled upon this. And then this. I could not relate but why did it break my heart for a slipsomethingsecond? It could probably because of the sudden roar of thunder that came unexpectingly as soon as I finished reading the last word. Again. I dont know. Do you? Its sad. People are always unexpectingly sad for unusual and sometimes yeah ok generic things. Boohooyou.

Drawn + scanned + pshopped, as how it always goes, my dance

Do you notice it like I do? Everything is a pattern of sorts and it's funny how things repeat themselves, in a tictactoe kind of way.

All I ever wanted was a decent conversation. Pure and simple. I need not boquets of flowers coupled with boxes of chocs, fancy dinners and sex. Why cant you just stick to the plan and ease out my qualms? I guess it'll be more convenient had you stuck to the plan. My grand mfckng plan. Or is it just that you were fully unaware I had one? I hate you and Im starting to hate myself even more for simply hating you and not doing anything about it. Do you get what I mean? Feelings are useless if there are no actions to pair them with. You see, w/o actions, they remain spiders trapped inside a jar. I have to be reminded of that. I shouldve seen this coming. No strings attached. How does it sound to you? I told you this was coming. Now can you feel the storm brewing?

The obviousness of what was bound to happen from the start is slowly surfacing. It's crawling right smack on my face.

Bye love. Im leaving.