Listening to: Windows - Vitamin String Quartet
Is it over yet? Are we done with this yet?
I'm tired. You're tired. They're tired.
Everyones just so tired.
Half the time I don't even feel like fighting for it anymore, but I do anyways, and I don't know why. I should really be the bigger person and let it go, because I know I can do it, but it's hard. I'm stubborn. Sometimes I really just want to dig my feet in. This time I did.
Just because I hate you doesn't mean I can't coexist with you. I know this seems like two entirely foreign concepts, and putting them together seems like an awful plan, but I have been very good at ignoring people, things, and words that I have hated in the past.
Hell, I still live with my mother, and talk to my father. If that's not a showing of how goddamn good I am at this, nothing is. I can ignore you. I can work with you. I can even, once in a while, perhaps have a proper conversation with you. In time, I might stop hating you. I will probably never, ever be friends with you again, but I might not hate you.
It's the best I can do.