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it's eastbound I-94 on a late
thursday night
in the middle of
may,
he says,
"i just feel so alone
sometimes, even
if
i
know i'm not, it started
before i left, it
only
got worse from there, and
i know there's
nothing
i
can do anymore."
she replies with, "i
don't know how you
feel, but i
sympathize with
you, we can do this some-
where else, you
need
to keep your
eyes on the
road."
he states boldly,
"i don't need my eyes to
continue on the path that
i'm going down, things
keep
blowing by faster and
faster and
i want to slow down
but i can't, my boots
are heavy enough
to be filled
with
cement, and my legs are
weary."
she's getting worried,
"i meant the road,
the road that we're driving
on right now."
he doesn't bother to look at her,
"if you'd stop
being so
fucking literal you'd
know what i mean
too."
her voice is dripping with concern,
"please,
slow down,
please."
he doesn't respond,
he doesn't respond,
there are tears pooling in her left eye,
"please, things
will get better, i promise,
please, just slow
down, pull
over, we can talk
this out."
he chuckles,
"you've broken every
promise you've ever
promised, how am i supposed
to believe you mean
it this time?"
she starts crying audibly,
"i- i don't know, jus-
t pleas-
e you hav-
e to be-
lieve me."
he replies coldly,
"i don't have to do anything
but keep my foot
down,
i'm putting my
foot down."
she pulls out her phone,
he closes his eyes and breathes out,
slowly,
slowing,
slowly,
for the last time,
he never liked thursdays.
thursday night
in the middle of
may,
he says,
"i just feel so alone
sometimes, even
if
i
know i'm not, it started
before i left, it
only
got worse from there, and
i know there's
nothing
i
can do anymore."
she replies with, "i
don't know how you
feel, but i
sympathize with
you, we can do this some-
where else, you
need
to keep your
eyes on the
road."
he states boldly,
"i don't need my eyes to
continue on the path that
i'm going down, things
keep
blowing by faster and
faster and
i want to slow down
but i can't, my boots
are heavy enough
to be filled
with
cement, and my legs are
weary."
she's getting worried,
"i meant the road,
the road that we're driving
on right now."
he doesn't bother to look at her,
"if you'd stop
being so
fucking literal you'd
know what i mean
too."
her voice is dripping with concern,
"please,
slow down,
please."
he doesn't respond,
he doesn't respond,
there are tears pooling in her left eye,
"please, things
will get better, i promise,
please, just slow
down, pull
over, we can talk
this out."
he chuckles,
"you've broken every
promise you've ever
promised, how am i supposed
to believe you mean
it this time?"
she starts crying audibly,
"i- i don't know, jus-
t pleas-
e you hav-
e to be-
lieve me."
he replies coldly,
"i don't have to do anything
but keep my foot
down,
i'm putting my
foot down."
she pulls out her phone,
he closes his eyes and breathes out,
slowly,
slowing,
slowly,
for the last time,
he never liked thursdays.
Literature
Things to do when you're bored
Things to do when you're bored:
Stand outside a nursing home as the Grim Reaper
Wait around corners and scare random people
Sign up for informational meetings and when you get there say 'gosh darned it I thought this was about where to get drugs' and then leave
Go out and adopt fifty puppies
Go to the park, get no higher than five feet, jump and scream 'I can fly!'
Travel to Area 51, and tell them a green alien looking thingy traveled out about an hour ago
Make something, give it to someone, and then five minutes later scream at them to 'give it back'
Get a lemonade stand, give o
Literature
Remember That Girl?
Remember that girl, so innocent and sweet?
Who lived in a fantasy and believed in dreams?
That girl who would laugh and smile just for fun?
From monsters and terrors she never had to run?
That girl who let her imagination run free?
Unafraid to be all that she could be?
That girl that would never submit to the dark?
With so much spirit and so much heart?
That girl who would stand up for what was right?
Who was unafraid to live and enjoy her life?
That girl whose eyes were lovely and bright?
Who believed the only limit was the sky?
Well
She's gone now and she's been replaced
That sweet little girl has be
Literature
Society Is Ugly.
Society is ugly.
Not you.
Beauty is defined by
How you act.
Not by the number on the
Scale.
Starving doesn't work.
Purging doesn't work.
Pills don't work.
The girl you see
In the mirror is
Perfect
Just the way she is
Now.
Don't get upset because
You don't match up
To the media's
Expectations.
Cutting won't work.
Crying won't work.
Dying won't work.
Remember this:
Society is ugly.
Not you.
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"he never liked thursdays"
dafuq ? how can you not like thursdays ? it's friday eve, basically
dafuq ? how can you not like thursdays ? it's friday eve, basically