Photography

Why do you have to take a picture of every fucking thing? I’ve got a whole computer, because that’s the way things are done now, full of pictures to remind me of things that I would be better off forgetting now. Oh yes, in case you have not figured it out, the heartbreak came back today, not like a lamb but like a lion – this month that began with my birthday and ends with the biggest case of emotional déjà vu I have had in over a year. You see, I thought I was over G, or at least I fooled myself into believing it was so, but the events of today have arrived to show me how far from the truth that thought was. I am so fucking mad at myself for not being there, not following all of your advice, but I finally have no other option, so in the end you all will proven correct and I will be proven wrong again. If we could only believe in the wisdom of family and friends from the outset our lives would likely be a lot more fulfilling. I am a mess, a thorough mess. I pretended Zen, that I was so good, that I was beyond desire where all pain starts. I am a stupid boy. I should go to sleep now and put this day to rest but I continue to intake caffeine to force myself into this exhilarating punishment. I promise I will not continue to bore you with all of this. I think there’s a James’ song in that somewhere. I will instead bore you with my lackluster ruminations on books, movies and the state of American politics in the near future, because you should keep your true feelings hidden deep inside so your vulnerability can go there and die too.
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