I'm not going to cry anymore over you. I'm not going to judge myself, degrade myself, or hurt myself anymore; especially not over you. To me you are the particle of lint on the hard wood floor of my big brick mansion. My live in maid, Dreams, should be by in the morning to sweep you away. And if she's not, my brave dog, Courage, will stomp you into a million pieces. Then I shall lay Courage's newspapers over all of your pieces. Courage, my wonderwall, will protect me from you, while I enjoy the future with my dearest friends and family. And if, for some odd and unlikely reason, Dreams and Courage both overlook you, because you are a slick little f***er, I'll always have my beautiful Angel, whose name is Hope. And as long as I have Hope, you cannot bring me down.
Dreams, Courage, and Hope
November 1, 2011