except for the most part, they just haven't been?
And there's nothing wrong with that I guess.
Because that's the way it's always been. And it's always been okay.
And there is a painful honesty in the bare truth of it.
To the point that it
feels like actually is such a completely new take and feeling altogether.
But isn't it funny though?
How there're things that are supposed to be nice and good and wonderful and beautiful and ladeeda...
Except for most of the time you've spent being who you are,
those things just.