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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

That I Would Be Good

Finding out you were wrong about someone hurts a lot.



Finding out you were right about them all along hurts even more.


Discovering that every half-hearted second chance you gave them was thrown immediately away, proving that your intuitions and bad feelings are all that person can invoke from you, is exhausting.


Recovering from the hurt and the pain takes a long time. It feels like you've had the wind completely knocked out of you. And that feeling won't go away, no matter how much you try.



that I would be good even if I did nothing
that I would be good even if I got the thumbs down
that I would be good if I got and stayed sick
that I would be good even if I gained ten pounds

that I would be fine even if I went bankrupt
that I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth
that I would be great if I was no longer queen
that I would be grand if I was not all knowing

that I would be loved even when I numb myself
that I would be good even when I am overwhelmed
that I would be loved even when I was fuming
that I would be good even if I was clingy

that I would be good even if I lost sanity
that I would be good
whether with or without you

That I Would Be Good. Alanis Morissette.

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