We Are Done Here

There's nothing more to be said.

She was right. It wouldn't work out.

Maybe this next one will. I'm excited for it.

But, I'm not coming back, blog.

This is the final entry.

I hope some day when I read through it again, I will learn more about myself, but right now I just want to die.

So, I thank you for your time.

Goodbye.

This is the Sound of Settling

It's like my brain is trying to tell me I'm not right. Why the fuck does it keep sending me dreams of things I don't want?

It's like I'm feeding off my own insecurities. Like I enjoy watching myself suffer.

But maybe I'm just overthinking it, maybe it's all a lot more simple. Maybe I'm just yearning for a time when I was unhappy, but things were simpler. When not everything had to be explained in detail. When I didn't have to come home feeling like maybe I screwed over the universe.

But, fuck it. Like God ever wanted me to be happy. God wants me to live a long life filled with family as I work tirelessly on a job I hate and die a sweet Christian man. If God had wanted me to enjoy myself, he wouldn't have created me.

Ugh, I know she's going to eventually read this. I know they both will. One will feel satisfied and the other confused.

Well, I'm glad it worked out for you, and I'm sorry.

You know me, I was never the best at interaction. So leave me alone.

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