Love

So whenever I experience anything bad -- someone being unkind, life not working out the way I think it should, etc. -- I tend to, first, be outraged that things and people are the way they are. But then -- I really don't know why -- I suddenly have the horrific realization that I SUCK, TOO. I mean, we're people, right? We do things that suck. All the time.

Anyway. So last night I was outraged about something, then all of a sudden, I said to Brandon, "Oh, no. I'm a hateful b!tch, too, aren't I?" And this man, this boy, this human being I have loved for so long, gave the perfect answer. Apparently, according to Brandon, my hateful b!tchiness is perfectly balanced out by my compassionate, peaceful side. *swoon* He's mine -- find yer own.

Honestly, I can't tell if he really likes me that much or if he's just a very good liar. But it will make me feel better to believe he just loves me a WHOLE LOT, so I'll go with that option.


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Oh, hi! Princess of Darkness here to cast a wet blanket over all the warm fuzziness. My friend is at this very moment hopefully, finally getting divorced from the lunatic she mistakenly married and had a child with. So the PoD's question of the day: Why does life treat some people so wonderfully, but then totally bite for others?

P.S. That was a rhetorical question.