June 28, 2011

sometimes i'm glad that it's not me. i take that back. all of the time, i'm glad that it's not me.

it almost was,
a long time ago.
but it's not anymore.
and hasn't been.
for a long time.
and for that, i am so thankful.

because it is hard enough as it is.

and if it had been me,
so long ago,
it wouldn't be me today.
which would've robbed my upbringing of  some pivotal moments thus far:
ducking,
witty sarcasm,
and HSC
{to name a few}.
which would be downright tragedies in and of themselves.

so,
it's not me.

and i have only one person to thank.
he lives upstairs, and sometimes he thinks i'm special enough to take care of.

i take that back.
all of the time, he thinks that i am special enough to take care of.

1 comment:

  1. I understand your life and your ambiguities.

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