May 6, 2009
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there is no reconciliation. our worlds may touch. but never mix. my beauty means nothing to you. and that is irreconcilable. full fucking stop.
i cannot imagine living in such an ugliness. the chair is your happiness. the boxy window puts a smile on your face. symmetry. for what? simple. so fucking simple. bland. blandness. you don’t have my pity. there is no compassion for you. we are of completely different worlds. we don’t breathe the same perfumed air. you do not even recognize the air as being perfumed. what could i possibly have to gain from you? i won’t lie to myself anymore. romance has no place in this. optimism either. nothing. there is nothing to gain from the other side. i am not in the business of wasting time. no more.
