Trying to figure out exactly what I'm adding to this little formula that's got us so stumped. Or even approximately what I'm adding. Or subtracting. All I really know for sure is that the balance is tilted heavily in my favor.
My wins, they're all so fucking huge. I've become a spoiled brat. And sometimes I forget just how fantastic things are. And sometimes I throw a tantrum when things don't go my way. I threw a tantrum all day today. It's a wonder I didn't give myself a heart attack.
But, I'm better now.
It doesn't take much. Just a little tug on the line, as if to make sure I'm still here. Still hooked.
That curiosity, it means something. I think it might mean that I matter, just a little.
Though I can't for the life of me imagine why. Or for what.
I can't figure out what I'm good for, is I guess what I'm trying to say.
The whole thing is so lopsided, so unfair. I shouldn't be the one who gets to be happy. At least I shouldn't be the only one.
I had a dream today.
I accidentally wiped a smile off a beautiful face, and the world wept. I dedicated my life to bringing that smile back, but it wasn't meant to be. For I was the destroyer of beauty, and its restoration was beyond my abilities. Years later, I looked at the gray place that the world had become, that I had created with one selfish act, and I dreaded death. For that smile survived only in my memory, and when I died, it would be lost forever.So yeah, it was a pretty crappy dream. I hope it doesn't come true.
Crap, it's 1:30 already. I suppose I should go stare at my ceiling for a while.