"Lies, we’re liars think about it, why do people buy these things? It’s not because they wanna say how they feel, people buy cards cause they can’t say how they feel or they’re afraid too. We provide the service that let’s them off the hook. You know what? I say to hell with it. Let’s level with America at least let them speak for themselves right I mean look, look. What is this, what does this say? “Congratulations on your new baby.” How bout “Congratulations on your new baby, guess that’s it for hanging out, nice knowing ya.” How bout this one? With all the pretty hearts on the front, I think I know where this one’s going. Yup “Happy Valentines Day sweetheart, I love you.” Isn’t that sweet? Ain’t love grand? This is exactly what I’m talking about. What does that even mean, love? Do you know? Do you? Anybody? If somebody gave me this card Mr. Vance, I’d eat it. It’s these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they’re to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything. We’re responsible. I’m responsible. I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not ya know, some words that some stranger put in their mouth. Words like love, that don’t mean anything. Sorry, I’m sorry, I um, I quit. There’s enough bullshit in the world without my help"
I can’t continue with the 100 happy days post. I can’t be happy everyday, it is just not possible. I know I have too many things to be happy about, but I am allowing myself to feel the pain too. And if I keep on posting happy posts, it is like I am cheating on myself. Day 51, not bad, I made it half way.
I got tired of my Project 365 too. 104 days, 104 songs, it was a good run.
I feel like a rock right now, strong and you can step on it but it won’t feel anything; I am not feeling anything at all. I would care and then dismiss the feeling like nothing happened. This is not me. I’ve been hurt and is still hurting while everybody around me is doing fine. I can’t do this anymore.