Work in Progress

i am stitching myself together with tentative hope, wary forgiveness and a desire to put my feet on the ground and not fall flat on my face.  People are going through that "hey they aren't so bad..." phase, but the pessimist side of me assures that it is only a matter of time before they let me down again. i suppose i will enjoy their company until they become unbearable again. 

i desire escapism to the extreme


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