Cynthia Bonitz

What if? But what if a million things?

Eventually someone real will sneak in and change everything. He’ll break all those rules. He’ll interrupt your anti-emotional self

Maybe life won’t ever make sense in one specific place. Maybe I won’t ever make sense in one specific place, either.

Maybe I should feel guilty for being here. Maybe I should feel disgusted with myself for being “that” girl, for trying to have you when you’re somebody else’s lover now.

But I have no words for you. I’ve exhausted them. And no matter what I say or do not say, I will never be free from you.

We’ve been in this rut for so long, it seems, and yet there everyone else goes, their lives flourishing with big-time keywords—like baby and wedding and house and promotion! We are nowhere near those things. The idea of it makes us cringe, in fact. So why are we erasing ourselves to the mainstream when we don’t even believe in it, anyway?

I know I’ll survive. I’ll find my way out of it. I will end up fine. But sometimes I just want it to be ok that I’m so fucking mad.

Some nights were born for hearts, though. Surely this night was.

Workin’ 9 to 5…is HELL.

Seriously, I would do anything in the world you wanted me to do. Even if it meant to take me forever right here against this door.

It always happens that way. When one thing goes wrong, everything goes wrong.

It’s definitely a duh that sex can be complicated. That’s just how it works. And for that we can thank our lovely little pea brains for psyching us out and f*cking it up.