Lame post that is dumb but I go through with anyways just because I am tired of thinking

I am very excited for the future.

There are different versions of the past.

And I find it charming almost.

What account is real, you know?

This is the last time I will speak of this.

Someday we will see each other on the streets.

And it will be all right.

I may smile and wave.

And someday it may be like it was in October.

When we were like brother and sister.

Because I can easily remember and forget at the same time.

I don't expect you to. I expect you to ignore me.

If you're drunk, maybe lash out.

But you will know.

Even though you have turned your back on chivalry

and I have for long hair

It was brief.

You will have new women. Of course.

I hope you listened.

It is all right (though others say it shouldn't be).

I think I might be okay with you erasing me if you want to as well.

Just like I am okay with you taking away the last of my youth. I encouraged it.

You were kind about it then, at least.

I am the last one who should forgive you, but I feel as if I am the first.

You made me cry a lot. Go revel in it you-- make me a stupid cunt.

But it's all right.

Because I care too much about the people I may have considered friends or more. I keep a hidden loyalty to those who have betrayed (save a couple), and it is a problem.

But I don't care to address it.

Just forget about fault and relive lives over until they are right.

Don't delete, sober self.

I know you do that a lot.

p.s. My dad knows about everything I have done. Drugs, etc, Craigslistings included.

Your insults, truly, had no effect in that sense.

And I have no idea what was going through your mind a month ago to make you act that way.

We were apart. I had not slept with anyone, fyi even though it's none of your honest business.

When I asked you about your move, you asked "Why?" and I responded, "Just wondering." I later on was gonna see if you would mind hanging out a last time to watch cartoons on the couch for old times sakes before you left.

But you know.

That's when you figured that my bag's location was a huge pissy deal and then whole question in my mind went in the garbage. Dropkicking. Yelling. That was cool.

I wasn't gaming at anything. 

I'm just sentimental.

And me saying how cool it is to be single?

We gotta cheer ourselves on when we're depressed somehow, right.

Way to go, drunk Kate.

Make a fool of yourself more often!!!!!!!!!!!!!!