Nothing was denied and the same was confirmed. I guess you never really know when it could be— it. Broken by not a cold but a seemingly frozen shoulder. Trying to present obliviousness when the script is ever so clear and painfully highlighted right before my welling eyes. The conversing of endless banter recanted all it’s natural glory and enforced a bad feeling of forced, bothersome tactics to keep this former something from it’s coming death. My internal batteries are exhausted. The energy put into pleasing the blissful moments we shared all but recharged me. This abandonment that I’ve grown accustomed to expecting had foolishly removed itself from my schedule. With no one to blame besides the sad face staring back at me in my reflections, I think about the pain. I realize… I’m better off by myself.
I was born in the wrong generation. This generation is still racist as fuck and I can’t download a pizza. Wake me up in the year 3019.
*Update from the year 3000* not much has changed but we live underwater
How’s my great-great-great-granddaughter?
She’s doin’ fine