DBSK HWAITING!!

 

I learned not to be picky with farewells.
They weren't guaranteed, nor promised.
You were lucky, Blessed even,
If you got a goodbye at all.

 

If you don't know me by now, i usually want the hard, disgusting, saddening, and empowering truth. The kind of truth that makes me seem like a lunatic to people. The truth that keeps me heavily dosed on some sort of narcotic so i don't lose my sanity.

When faced with tragedy, we gather as many people around us as we possibly can. Mere acquaintances become best friends. Enemies become kindred spirits. We need people so later we can look back and say, 'I went through that with them.' People who can remind us that what we experienced, what we felt, was real. That we were there. So on that morning in early December, when we were all roused from our cozy dorm rooms just as the gray mist of dawn had started to rise, everyone set about finding that group to cling to. Someone to link arms with to make us feel less vulnerable, less unsure. Less like the world was on the verge of caving in.

I'm sorry if i have hurt you in some way or another in 2009. 2010 is going to be a deepshit year (literally). This month is going to be so brutal i wouldn't even know what hit me.