I've got a somethingsomething for every occasion (eat your heart out [you wouldn't know it's you in a million years])

i am the gender-neutral reigning royalty of denial. if it never happened, it never hurt, if it never hurt, then dearly beloved we are, the most perfect friendship i've ever had. don't knock it till you've tried it, mes amies. everyone needs the little lies to get through, and if the little ones turn into big ones, then it's no worse than everyone else ever. lies, my dear, are my way of saying i love you (i'm supposed to love you).

i've got more faults than san andreas, each and every one more precious than gold, or the internet (i need both). giving them up is an exercise in futility, except not. i remember when willpower and dreams made my life easier than leaping mountains in a single bound (or at least remembering reading about it in a book). (parenthetical asides are gods gift to me, and i love them.) it just seems to get harder the farther i go, and there's no room for breathing.

except when i do as lovers do, and live the way that everyone is supposed to (i'm supposed to), and then it's like a dash of cold water to the face. maybe the normals are on to something. amazing how little things add up to (if not happiness) contentment. no more no less, but there are worse things in this world than to be a mindless drone, drifting across tepid seas on aimlessly content with the little things, uninterested in anything beyond the sides your your boat.