unbornbloom

Since things seem like they will never be like I thought they could might, I think its time to open my mouth.
I didn't say a thing, because I didnt want to alienate the potential reestabloishment of a friendship. So i bottle things.
But fuck it. since you "dont know what to say" anymore or rather just dont care for much else but your hobby of fingering bullet holes.
i would like to say.
you victimized yourself. someone finially saw you for everything that you are, and someone finally appreciated and adored it in all of its sparkling reality. someone who phillosophizes on the actual perfection of the imperfect, to kiss the vulnerable human with half an angel wing and treat it like its the most precious thing in all exsistance... but, you lashed out with this aggressive stance- of course i wasnt aware of the fact that angels are notoriously violent beings- and this frame of mind that tried to label my actions according to the only perscriptions that youve ever experienced. somethings need to be swallowed. sometimes we have to learn that building walls mean bruised heads when bricks start to fall. i guess it just pisses me off and saddens me that the sincerity of my affections equated to shit.
thats all i have to rant about now.
i know nothing is under my control. and i know im griping on mute points. but i need to vent my malcontent so, there. keep fingering the bullet holes.
ive come to the point where i dont care. maybe i was a fool for caring from the begning anyway.