And as I sat there, convincing him to love
me. Writing yet another something, something that would
push him over the edge I realized something. That, YES, what I wrote him was good and it would put him there. But he’s a moving target he’ll never be there for long.
And while I sit here waiting for him like a
chick out of a Jane Austen book I realize that he may or may not be back. He probably will. Is that enough? And while I seriously
do not know the answer to that question I can answer myself this. I need not wait. I really need to think
that one through. I need not wait.
I need to stop waiting for my life to
happen. Waiting for the one to
come rescue me. He can’t even
rescue himself; he’s not coming back for me anytime soon. And as I sit here I realize I need to
be empowered. Wow I just wrote I
COULD be empowered. NO. I NEED to be empowered. My own strength is going to get me through all of this. This is going to be my year. I really won’t have it any other
way. Hey I have a question…it doesn’t
count as me being cliché if I
say that after like January 5th right?
I need not wait.
I need not wait.
I need not wait.
I’m coming for you Los Angeles. And supposedly I’m checking my shit load
of baggage at the door.
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