Everything’s so blurry

and everyone’s so fake

and everybody’s empty

and everything is so messed up…

When my heart gets twisted up, it goes all the way. No halfway, no in between, just all the way at 100%.

And yet, somehow, I get involved with the people who don’t appreciate it. How weird is that?

I’m a fuckwit magnet.

I’m trying to purge my system of all things Mike, as he’s apparently done with me. If I didn’t care about people like I do, this wouldn’t be a problem.

I think I’m probably destined to do this for the rest of my life.

Audrey and I are both in a place where we both want to trade in our own lives for another. Can you do that?

Tomorrow is yet another big meeting with my 401(k) client, and all signs point to a rocky road with this one.

Meetings, meetings - PTO meetings, client meetings, prospect meetings… and all I want to do is hide from everyone.

Six months from now, things will be better. (I’m back to that again.)

You kept everything inside

and even though I tried

it all fell apart

What it meant to me

will eventually be a memory

of a time when I tried so hard

And got so far

But in the end

It doesn’t even matter

I had to fall

And lose it all

But in the end

It doesn’t even matter

I put my trust in you

Pushed as far as I can go

And for all this

There’s only one thing you should know

I tried so hard

And got so far

But in the end

It doesn’t even matter

I had to fall

And lose it all

But in the end

It doesn’t even matter

On pause, again,

michelle