I Worte a Post, Hope You Don't Mind

I will discuss things that bug me. More specifically, thing that bugs me. I hope you don't mind. When people ask if "you mind", I get mad. Why? Usually because it doesn't matter if I do.
"I'll be joining the student council meetings. Do you mind?"
Yes, but I'll say no because there's absolutely no value in my response. She'd be in the meetings anyway. People on hope-you-don't-mind power trips irritate me. I mean, maybe I would've been neutral towards whatever twist you've thrown into my life, but the question reminds me that I am not in control and might not like it.
Sheesh.
I'll keep blogging. I hope you don't mind.
See?
SEE?

Santa?

Well, friends are shifting and that's promising.
I think I'm in a good mood. I am..hopeful? (bad, I know. I need to put my all into emo poetry, Eric). Perhaps it's the carols convincing me this really is the most wonderful time of the year. Maybe it's just time to be happy? Don't get me wrong, I still miss someone dearly. But, it's time to indulge myself in 5/4 time and Db major.

Plaque in the Track

I can't force poetry out.
Not even prose.
All I can do is admit that I read a heartwarming piece of text.
I won't be returning one until I can find a good photo from elementary school.
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