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No matter what I do I always come back to you. 

This.

Somehow this place has become familiar-- 

like home.

 Every day is like a never-ending cycle, 

which I'm sure you've heard before. 

Work, work, work. 

That's all that matters. 

Whether it be for money

 or the short-term gratitude from parent(s).

 Whether it be for me, for him, for her. 

But none of it matters.

Sure, it matters to them but me?

To me it's what I dread the most.

The constant bragging, the raised expectations.

Even when I achieve all that is desired of me,

there's always more.

Somewhere down the line I became convinced 

we both desire the same things.

If I dare to complain I'm always met with 

"You should be happy to be-" or

"Why do you feel this way when-" 

But why must I fit into your ideologies?

Why must I feel a way you can understand? 

Why must I live to please you? 

And you, too?

And as all these questions flood in with no answers that will satisfy, 

I find myself running back to you.

You're like a safe haven that I know will always comfort me, 

never judging me even when I'm far from right 

or deep in wrong.

Something that somehow understands me.

Can I confide to you, once more? 

I am tired. 

I know I always say that and, frankly,

 I don't think the time could come soon enough 

when I come to you without these words. 

With good news, instead of bad. 

I am everything you should be ashamed of, 

yet you embrace me once more.

I thank you, for you are the only thing that keeps me going.

Even when I forget about you for months,

even years at a time--

you always seem to be there waiting for my return.

Expecting nothing, giving nothing.

I guess what I'm trying to say

is absolutely nothing.

And somehow you knew that already, 

yet you listen with non-functioning ears.

You let me fill your pages with all I have to give,

and still, I give you nothing.

Nothing but a small token of gratitude.

I love that I can make no sense to you,

because sense is foreign to you.

I promise that one day

I will come to you with more than just a pointless rant.

with more than just the long-awaited update on me.

But for now, I will remain the same.

And so will you.


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