this has been my mantra lately.
my roommate (the one i share a hate-hate relationship with) left a note out in the kitchen that can only be categorized as:
mean.
i can't (under)stand him.
i cried to my dad on the phone last night,
and he reminded me how far behind i am, by all measures
except the ones that matter.
i am younger, and by all means i should be given a handicap if we want to talk comparisons,
but i already have the advantage.
i hate to admit it, but i really hope that someday he has some real problems,
so he can look back on his behavior now and know what a lucky idiot he is.
but that's not the way the world works.
(and i'm glad it's not, really)
a friend who proved to be wiser than i once thought said to me,
"i never want to be the bad part of someone's day."
and i love that. and i try to be like that too.
just sometime i forget that there are people out there
who couldn't give a fucking shit about your day,
and whether or not they are the catalyst in the end of your world.
(sometimes something small,
like a mean note in my kitchen,
feels like the world is crashing down
on my head.)
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