I never liked being the one to say the glass is half empty...
but, no matter how much i try,
my eyes fail to see it half full...
I think I see it as "empty"
because, it's all SHIT in that glass
and the thought of it being full of shit is repulsive.
-fuck-
i forgot why i posted that pinky swear...
i think i was thinking about relationships.
not necessarily romantic, but just interpersonal dynamics
the see-saw, give and take that is human relation.
I don't think I fully understand
or embody
that compromise
is not the same as gambling all or nothing...
I'm m i s s i n g
those tender,
genuinely passionate
eruptions of emotions
I once dreamed about as a girl.
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