Itās kinda funny actually, you hate things being constant, but you love the consistency at the same time. You love when you mix two colors to paint and there is constantly a different outcome, but you hate how the painting consistently never pleases you. Kind of how when you love the attention, but hate when it goes south. Even though you know it always will. And even though you know thereās no hope for anything, you still try. And you always will. Why though? Why would you set yourself up to get hurt constantly? Because you crave what you canāt have, and you know you always will. You know the inconsistency in your life is the people. Some stay, most leave. But whatās the constant? The constant is the pain and the fear of every situation. I guess Iād take the inconsistency because Iād still have you for at least a little while. And maybe thatās biggest contradiction of them all. I hate when you leave, but wonāt stop you at the door.
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