though she be but little, she is fierce

She loves you, you know? She’s just afraid of losing you, so she holds you far away. Funny how we are, isn’t it?

The more she likes me, the more closed off she becomes. The more sarcasm she inflicts on me. Vulnerability makes her feel weak.

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it is 2:36 in the morning on a wednesday night and i am drunk again suddenly the world doesn’t seem so bleak anymore i raise my glass to better tomorrows the drink burns like the worst kind of rejection in the back of my throat but i smile because i am used to the feeling (the burn is new though) the clock reads 3:03 AM and i start to sway with the weight of the world on my shoulders i throw back my 5th or 8th, no, 13th shot (dionysus would be proud. atlas would not.) at 5:47, the memories of the night leave me in the worst way possible and my arms shake under the burden they have to hold up  (i am starting to think the world is easier to carry than the weight of my sins) i crave another shot by 8:00 AM. it is 2:36 in the morning on a thursday night and i am drunk again

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