Diary 2/20/16

How do you say fuck off in a nice manner?
"If you don't want to work, don't drag me down with you.
You are not the only option."

And how do you build bridges you burnt down in the past?
Do you go in sincerely, or you don't go there at all.

Life is fucking complicated. The only constant is change.

But there are things that makes up for the shitty parts.
There is a smiling baby cherub and a frowning face looking out,
leaning on me so we support each other.

All the hard parts will pass, the good ones will too.
Lets just live in the meantime.

Unrelated and sad

I saw a dead puppy yesterday. I had to look twice to know that it died,
It was a little boy sleeping beside where its siblings played, but it won't wake up..ever..

It made me realize that children are pure and innocent,
But not because the reality affects them any less.
They feel hunger, hurt and sorrow.

They are pure because they don't know yet.
Because they can be unassuming and preyed on by life.
Because they can play besides their fallen brother.
They don't have to realize what you are, or what I am
or what they are.

They don't know and they can keep on living.
I don't know whether I admire this or not.

I learned that is what purity is- incomplete but joyful.