Well, this is awkward..
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Pinkie Shy ;3: The Commencement Address That Won't Be Given
Members of the Class of 2012,
As a former secretary of labor and current professor, I feel I owe it to you to tell you the truth about the pieces of parchment you’re picking up today.
You’re f*cked.
Well, not exactly. But you won’t have it easy.
First, you’re going to have…
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this ones for you tumblr.
everything we saw that day and how you made me feel
i use to walk from school to meet you at the coffee shop to drink two
cups of joe, then bum a smoke off anyone
and i’d play for you some songs i wrote - most were about being alone
and how sad i got, my troubled thoughts and giving up
before i knew what troubled was
i never used to read, i never had the time
i’d be too busy writing about my own life
and everything we saw that day
and how you made me feel
to assure myself everything was real
i was never good at talking smoothly
so we’d stick to watching movies
take to bed Eraserhead and The Squid and the Whale
and i’d play for you some songs i wrote
most were about the way you spoke
and how sad i got when you’d stop and go to sleep
before you knew just what they mean
i’d dream about a time when everything was fine
where every single passing day didn’t feel like a waste of time
i saw so many things today but didn’t feel alive
i’ve died, i’ve died, i’ve died
now i don’t remember how you speak
i mean it comes to me in dreams
but by morning i lose everything you ever said
so i am going to bed.
This explains why I’m so fat and depressed then!
You finally got the break up you always wanted, the kind where we can comfortably hate each other. It makes it easier for you, I know. But this time you can’t justify your actions, this time you really fucked up. Once you realize, once you see how pointless it was, you’ll regret it. But you’ll move on and this can just be another mistake you made in your life. But for me, it’s another fucked up relationship that left me scarred. You’ll grow from it and my insecurities will grow out of it. Every photo I erase is a memory painfully trying to stay attached, clawing at me. This could have all been ok but you ruined it.’
