auf wiedersehen

auf wiedersehen away

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Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognised I, and therefore deduced I am, I am now. Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it had expected to find itself; what’s called at home. But now isn’t simply now. Now is also a cold reminder, one whole day later than yesterday, one year later than last year. Every now is labelled with its date, rendering all past nows obsolete, until - sooner or later - perhaps - no, not perhaps - quite certainly: It will come.

deleted the ‘anon’ function 

because I don’t like being told hurtful things by cowards.
Yeah it sucks to be called ugly, but it’s more infuriating to know that the person doing so can’t even drum up the balls to do so openly.

I get I’m not gorgeous - dealt with that aspect of my life for 20 years, thanks; but y’know I could be doing a lot worse. I’m happy and I have a lovely boyfriend and friends who are really the only opinion I care about. Honestly, I don’t really care about being everyone’s ideal and I bet now the anon option is gone I’ll go back to an empty inbox.

Really, we’ve left high school now so it gets a little immature when your idea of passing judgment is the equivalent of writing insults on the bathroom stalls.