on a lighter note, i'm enjoying the shitty quality that charter provides, its been no more than a month and already i need to get the boxes turned in for new ones. what a tit. war of the worlds is the lucky film that gets the pleasure of being viewed on this sunny sunday. fuck. my cough woke andy up. babies!
well, although the outcome is well received...what i went through to get it is devastatingly not. why have i chosen what i have chosen? it was delusion, absolutely. an incorrect notion that this existence is what i desired and felt was worth fighting for. i can not stress enough my love, devotion, motivation towards my miniature reflection. with that said, no one deserves this lack of desire and affection. a particular amount of patience, respect and hope has been ripped apart. it has been purposely tested and mishandled.
i take comfort in the fact that in another world, another existence, another universe...i am who i want to be, with who i want to be, someone who might deserve the abundant amount of respect and affection that i am capable of producing. at the moment i deserve to be alone, no one can treat me like shit that way...right?