I'm trying to be reasonable now. It's tough going, because it's totally unfamiliar territory for me. But I am trying.
It's just so hard, so incredibly hard to separate the reasonable emotions from the unreasonable kind. To throw the latter away and deal with the former in a semi-mature manner.
Earlier tonight - about four hours ago - would have been a much better time for me to write this entry. Earlier tonight, I was much closer to the place I want to be. A shitty place, but a place I know I can endure because I've endured for so long already.
Now, four hours later, not so much.
The thing is, I haven't been exaggerating about any of this. In fact, I've toned things down a lot. Because the truth unbelieved is often worse than a lie. Because the truth stands all alone. Because the truth hurts.
And, now, it's happening all over again. And so, now, I wipe the spit from my face and I wait, all over again.
Wait for what?
I don't know. I used to know, I really did.
Now, six months later, not so much.
I do know it's more than just inertia that makes me wait again. And I know it's more than just stubbornness. And it's still a fuck of a lot more than a crush, no matter how ready people still seem to be to label it as such.
I don't think so. Hope needs a target, and there isn't one that I can detect.
The comparison has been made a million times. The challenge. But the simple facts are that A does not equal B, and B does not equal A.
Not even close.
I wish I knew the magic words, to make my dreams come true.
Also, I wish I still had dreams.