Juniper Pearl

“…for whatever I did.”

That’s always your answer. You know what you did, what you do, it’s always the same. But, people like you don’t want to admit it’s your fault. No, no…it’s always someone else at fault. You’re not actually sorry, you just want things to go back to your way. Where everyone else is miserable and you’re the queen.

Extinguish your gaslight, the British are coming.

It’s been awfully quiet and pleasant around here lately. You’re not around to spread hatred and negativity. Cut you right on out, without second thought. If only others could follow suit, then maybe you would be forced to reevaluate how you treat people.

But, then again, nothing’s ever your fault anyway. Isn’t that right?

See you tomorrow.

Let go of some people and things… mainly people I guess. New, better people will take their places. Back to art, and books, movies, puzzles, card games, exploring nature. Go outside and sit; read, write, or just sit. Enjoy you and fuck the rest of them. They’re not worthy of you and your time and your existence. They don’t get to be in your universe if they’re going to act like that.

They can go away and stay in their own miserable little worlds… with each other. Maybe they can get time off for good behavior…

Not here for your pleasantries.
Not here to be friends.
Just walk right on by,
Pay me no mind.

Let’s use the time we
spend together
Not getting to know
each other.

My patience is wearing (very) thin with someone. Hateful, bitter, negative. Same old thing, over and over.

“I didn’t used to be this way.”
Yes, you did. You’ve always been this way. You’re just a little more blatant these days.

“I’m just telling it like it is.” See also, “I know I’m blunt.”
No, you’re just an asshole.

“…probably why I don’t have any friends.”
I could give you a million reasons and you still wouldn’t change.

You really should… change. Or, maybe not. Keep us guessing on which face is stabbing us.

It all comes in waves. Feelings, thoughts, family, friends. Especially feelings. Trying to work through things that make you feel bad. Getting dragged down because you have no energy to fight. It’s over.

Feeling like you’re living outside of yourself. Nothing feels real. Like watching a movie. You’re real, but no one and nothing else is. Living another life in your mind – only this one is more exciting and what you’re sure life should be.

Wasn’t supposed to be like this, but you have no willpower to change it.

“One of these days” is getting awfully low on time.