Update:

Update:

I'm so sorry about this and really don't want to hurt you, and there's a big chance you'll get hurt if we try to have a relationship together, I had a wonderful night with you last night and sorry for the makeout, it must have confused you, but it's nothing I regret, it was nice.

Sooo my gf "broke up with me" over text...

I transladed her message so please just help me analyze this thank you.

Hi honey I had called or sent a voicemail but I'm sitting in the meeting I love you so much but I don't think I'm ready for a relationship it's not that I don't love you it's just that I'm not sure of my feelings I love your closeness and your wonderful personality but I'm really in a period where I'm not stable to be with, we can talk more about that later today

My heart is broken but I love her so.

OMG OMG OMG!!!!!

WE ARE ALMOST AT 100!!!

THANK YALL SO SO SO MUCH ♡♡

The rain will fall and hit the glass of the old womens window, even after her death.

Even after the world had turned their back to the little cottage on the hill.

The cottage where an old woman sits in an armchair in front of a long gone cold fireplace.

Even after shes dead.

What the hell am I anxious about today?

I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought

Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like

All of these debutantes

Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts

But I'm not, baby, I'm not

No, I'm not, that, I'm not

I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown

24/7 Sylvia Plath

Writing in blood on my walls

'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad

Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not

But at best, I can say I'm not sad

'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

I had fifteen-year dances

Church basement romances, yeah, I've cried

Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums

Is the only love I've ever known

Except for the stage, which I also call home, when I'm not

Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the Triad

Hello, it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad

Calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say, "Hi, Dad"

I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown

Like a goddamn near sociopath

Shaking my ass is the only thing that's

Got this black narcissist off my back

She couldn't care less, and I never cared more

So there's no more to say about that

Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past

There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw

Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known

A modern day woman with a weak constitution, 'cause I've got

Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off

A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off

I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown

24/7 Sylvia Plath

Writing in blood on your walls

'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad

They write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not

But at best, you can see I'm not sad

But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

But I have it

Yeah, I have it

Yeah, I have it

I have

No words.