Wednesday, January 14, 2009
don't tempt me.
I find comfort in discomfort. I'm used to this mess, I don't know what I'd do if things were in order and everything made sense. I'm comfortable in Jack and Andrew's dirty messy apartment, I've lived in this mess before, I would do it again. I'm an addict to addictions, caught up in being caught up.. Happy being unhappy. Life wasn't meant to be the same thing everyday, the things that stay the same are the things I keep there. Things repeat themselves because I want them repeated, because second, third, sixth chances are there, so take them. Chances are like drinks, you will only turn them down if you're sick, but once you're alright you'll gladly warm your stomach. So pour me a glass, I'm begging you to impair my judgement.
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