I woke up to the sounds of my dad crying.
Sometimes the adventures of growing up are the continuous revelations concluding that pain thrives in every faction of human life, no matter how old you get or how successful you become. And how you meet each struggle creates you anew.
In my romance front (or lack of one), more disappointment ensues.
I feel like a business interaction, a convenient back rub, among other things.
I'm just convenient.
This Buster hurts.
I need to train to stop expecting.
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