In Truth out Flows the Truth.

Spinach latkes on my brain.
Can you just stop being a ho? Can you please not tell me how much you loved that porno? Can I just hang out with somebody without talking about a birthday party and drama? Please. Lord. Yeah I get a little cynical at times. That's why I type. For clarity. Not for judgment. You still don't know what's going on in my brain. Esp. if you don't ask. Haha.
I appreciate you. I love what we have experienced together. I just want you to know there are certain things I refuse to do now. And that isn't your prob. It's mine. But if you want to converse with me, I expect you to understand and respect my morals. Don't make me compromise. Don't make me regret our meeting. It should be free, unabashed,and open.
I forgive you. I always do. I hope you only have the heart to forgive me as well.
And as we walk forward, know we both deserve to live better. Be better women, better men, better friends. I'm over the drama. I'm over the drugs. I'm over the covert overstimulation. It is written on your face. And when you are there, just know I can't bare to join you in your "bliss".
I respect you. It's almost like an invisible glass between you and I. And I don't hate you. I just feel the coldness of the glass when I try to get too close. You are in the world. And I am not. So forgive me for seeming a little...distant...I am protecting myself from a darkness that I once knew. You know how dark I was. Darker than the black lipstick and clothing. In the pit of my sorrows, serenading myself to some blasphemous chant. Doing things just to say I did it at least once. I did it. I did a lot of things. I'm not you. I don't teeter off the edge. I dive in to whatever I do. If I'm good, that's what I am. If I'm bad, I'm bad. But guess what? I am good, and I am not pretending. I just don't want to pretend I feel that way anymore. I wish you didn't want to pretend either. Or maybe you still think it's real.