"You're so the-glass-is-half-empty." Oh god. Really? How could this have happened? Is that what I'm known as; the-glass-is-half-empty girl? I thought I was just being realistic. Down to earth. Is it too much? Excuse me. I had no idea. It's hard to be perky and optimistic; the-glass-is-always-nearly-fucking-overflowing girl when you're lonely and downtrodden. It's too perfect to last. It could end at any second. You could find another reason why, and just leave. And then what? I pick up the pieces, empty that glass just a little bit more, and continue on with my life, attempting to leave this part of the beverage to boil and evaporate in the heat.
-anonymous
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