May 30, 2012

the end of the disastrous

You were my own personal catastrophe, I met you and with time all I knew dived into a black hole, never to be found again. Disaster can be exciting sometimes when everything in life is plain, but life is ever-changing and disaster can after all be dull. 

One day, not too far ago, I had a lot going on for me, except for you. I was tired of the same excuses, so I let you know that I was letting go, and I did.

It was the end of the disastrous, it was the end of a lot of things.

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