completely irrelevant to this wonderful photo of hugh laurie, my mind has been running in circles ..

everyone keeps asking what i want for my birthday, and besides having no material ideas whatsoever, the truth has set in that no one has the ability to give me what i want most . i don’t even have the ability to do so . what i want is an irrational idea . to just take everything i’d like to forget and make it disappear for good . what i want is silly, and when i think about it and how different things would be if it were possible, i don’t want it at all . in a sense i suppose that makes me fickle minded . i’d like to leave it all behind, but the past is too fond of me .

and then i remember, forgetting is a weakness . forgetting will not get me anywhere .
and to be weak would be tragic . i’d never want to have any trait similar to a coward like yourself . something truly wonderful would simply be to tell you, face to face, exactly how i feel about you . every last thought, every last word that’s been consistently drilling into my head for the last six months or so, only giving me days of alleviation . because i know you still haven’t hurt like i’ve hurt, and the day you do, you’ll remember that you’ve earned it .

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