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'Love is madness,' I say. 'Doesn’t everyone agree that you’d do anything, endure anything, to be with the ones you love? So either you’re willing to let them use you with any sort of cruelty, so long as they keep you—which makes you a fool—or you’re willing to commit any cruelty, so long as you get to keep them—which makes you a monster. Either way, it’s madness.'

He wouldn’t, or perhaps couldn’t, look me in the eyes. 
"You’re coming back, though, right? When will that be?"
His mind was a mystery to me. One evening, he asked me if I was going to dye my hair purple again.
"My hair is already purple," I said.
"A month ago, it was a darker purple and pink. It reminded me of dark fuschias…"
I looked at myself in the mirror later that night and couldn’t see a difference, yet he noticed one. This was the same person who always forgot what day of the week it was.
"January. It’s not that long. Only two months from now. But to you, it’ll be like two days."
A cold silence flooded the small spaces between us - an ocean of feelings drowned in an endless ribbon of words unsaid and undone.
He was always the first to break the silence.
"You shouldn’t leave," he said.
Ask me to stay, I thought. But he doesn’t ask that of me, and never does.

Update

Work has taken over my life.
I love my job. I practically live at our office, though.
We have an office dog but I’ve never met him.
I’m baking bacon brownies for coworkers today because I want people to love me.
It rains a lot more in Seattle than I had suspected.
The weather has been gorgeous lately. The scenery here never fails to shock me into reality. I like it.
I’m barely on the Internet anymore, and my everyday life is way better off because of it.
I go back to Chicago in less than a month for my father’s surgery. I’m hopeful and positive that he’ll be okay.
I’m in love. With tacos.

New Workout Plan

*plays video tape*
*cheesy 80s music*
Okay, ladies! Today’s workout is focused on the quads. As in quid pro quo. A favour for a favour. Like the FDA taking bribes from factory farms, allowing them to continue the overuse of antibiotics on livestock for growth purposes. Ok. BREATHE. NOW REACH ALL THE WAY TO THE GROUND. Reach your fingers deep into the earth… Like the fracking moguls ruining our beautiful planet for natural resources we wouldn’t need if we focused on developing alternative energy resources instead of giving away money in corn syrup subsidies. NOW REACH BACK UP TOWARDS THE SKY! Stretch out that backbone… If you have one.”