different vintages of love.

not illusions that i am left to figure out. to decipher and calculate.

the definition of glue is "an adhesive substance used for sticking objects or materials together"

is my brain trying to tell me that that delusional thought i was hoping was gone...from my perception of people i first meet....is not gone. and in fact is still powerful and cunning? what am i suppose to do to stop that?

how is it possible with all the work i have done to not be the minipulative fuck that i used to be....that i ended up being fooled by you.

fool is defined as "a person who acts unwisely or unprudently"

huh. i guess that is pretty clear.