5/18/10

Gibberish

Sometimes, i'd rather have gone out with you that night.
I could have driven us back home, or just been there if you drove.
I'd like it better that way.
Even my dreams think you were an alcoholic.
But I believe you.


I don't think it's fair that a parent is judged on
how far their child is in life rather than who their child is as a person.

I would really love to speak to who ever controls "fate"
I'd like to give them my royal middle finger.

You say you don't care. But you do.
So just keep on caring and don't pretend to do otherwise.
Because avoiding something doesn't make it stop.
It doesn't make it slow down or dissipate.
It only gives it room to grow, wether in company or not.

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