“One word, Ma’am,” he said, coming back from the fire; limping because of the pain. “One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said, even so. Suppose…
There have been days where I would have liked to do nothing more than just give-up. Days when my soul seems like its been crushed and burnt to ash.
But by The Lion’s Mane, these words always sneak up on me and light a fire in me once more.
I had a phone that would just scream at me. not just beep and flash every five seconds. Noooo, it would toss its self down in a spastic vibration shit storm that would put any dildo to shame all the while making pitiful high pitched squeaks that made a dentist drill sound like relaxing smooth jazz.
Stop being so cautious about everything, it's a turn off.
Stop acting like you know about everything, you don't.
Stop letting people walk all over you, you're more than that.
Stop craving the attention you know you can't have, it's annoying.
Stop being such a homebody, go out and have fun.
Stop being so indecisive, it's gone on far too long.
Stop being so mean to people that love you the most.
Stop searching for lover and lover, let them come to you.
Stop working so hard for just one day and learn to forgive.
Stop being so cold towards people's feelings, please.
Stop worrying yourself and crying over tiny little things, don't let them see you like that.
Dear letter, I don't care if no one cares, I will talk, sing, and dance if the mood strikes me. Thank you however for sharing your feelings they will be taken into consideration when I find the time to care.