Just rediscovered an old favorite, perfect & fitting.

You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is

Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear
'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And what a beautiful mess, yes it is
It's like we're picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And "kind and courteous" is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt
'Cause here, here we are, here we are

What a beautiful mess this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes"

Through timeless words and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides  they turn and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it's nice today. Oh, the wait was so worth it.

(More) On Why I'm Failing Adulthood

Further to my last entry, while there was technical dificulties happening all over with my home service provider, I wasn't actually experiencing them because my account had, in fact, been suspended. Because I have the common sense of a pre-teen and manage to forget to do grown-up things, like pay my bills or buy toilet paper.

But I feel ok about it all because I'm doing my best, and that's what really matters, right?



After having a mental block for god knows how long, I'm ready to write again. But natually, my home service provider is down leaving me wifi-less and I'll be damned if I'm going going to write what's happening inside my train-wreck of a mind on my fucking phone. My thumbs are too fat for that shit.

Sweet Jesus, let me hang onto this inspiration till Telus gets its shit together...