The worst really was the best...

I have a crush, and my crush shot me down. And it was probably the single most greatest thing that has happened to me in a while.

Why?

Because he was honest. And respectful. Gave me props, and stoped me from further making an ass of myself. Now I have faith in men again. Its hard to explain, but he was HONEST. I didn't know men could do that. And he made me feel truly aiight. Granted, I'll still resort to hating myself, but he has proven that good men do exist, and I am worthy.

Thank you, anon, for that. I knew you were an on purpose for a reason.

Weird, being "shot down" and thanking the guy. But it's true. Not all men are asses after all.

Though, there is this to depress me (and I will never admit to what I have done)


Sometimes/always

When you’ve sank as low as you can go,
When – even in your most self deprecating moments,
It's pure;
Even when you weep for your mother –
Who would weep if she knew what you had done –

(Thank god she doesn’t. Honestly.)

It’s at that moment
For a split second,
You own yourself
And it’s not as bad as you thought.

But moments end,
And once again
You find
The missing –

Not the missing piece –

Good lord, no –

Just the missing,
And you have to start
All
Over
Again.