as would dr. washington would call this day.
i've given some thought about his interpretation of "thanksgiving."
and i've decided to look at it from a perspective outside of racial boundaries and tensions and find what else such a new term could be used.
and ahoy, judging on how the day has gone so far...
my mind, body and soul feels as if they have been taken.
the topic of my relationship with my long-term, long-distance, "secret" relationship is looking grim.
each day it feels as if it is comfortable and sweet.
but each day in reality, i have also discovered undesireable traits that makes me want to take off the blue ring with yellow gold sea animals encrusted around it
and just...leave it on the breakfast table and walk away silently.
i am so patient, understanding and it does not make sense as to why i have to be the one who is upset all the time.
i deserve more effort.
has this whole time been a waste?
