perhaps not

some days end well. like today. a horrid day and happy ending. what did i do to deserve it?

everything ends well, actually. you just need to make sure you call the end at the right place. why is it so hard to believe that i could love the world? love doesn't mean like. just because i love someone to distraction doesn't mean i'll always like them. does it now? well it shouldn't. not for men, anyway.
meanwhile.
the poem is still in place. and that bit of doubt has been reassured. tentatively.
now i worry about my potential and waste, alas!
and what has he discovered? "i don't play games" it sims. he doesn't pay attention to half the things he says, that unintentional hypocrite.
oh i am happy mins happy oh tamagotchi kun.
it is easy to be people. i wish it weren't so gosh-darned hard to be popular.
i am almost only me with him.
almost.
only.
me.
it feels wonderful. tell me why? something there that i just don't see.
i look no gift horses in the mouth, be sure.
megrims away.