How is it that ALL people can be such hypocrites? Complete and utter contradictions uttered in the next breath as the last. I want to have my heart broken for real. Just so I can be past all of this whole maybe stuff. Even though I know it doesn't really merit a maybe at all. Because it's never been laid out for me in a whole, I cling to a false hope in the maybe. If the heart were to break apart for real. It stands to reason that it could then begin to heal for real. Like when a child breaks an arm, and has to have the bone reset. I don't think I will ever come completely out of this mellow continuous pain. A clean break is required. And I'm just holding by a thread to false hope. The tooth isn't just loose anymore; it's merely hanging by a vein. Useless. But still attached. Only getting in the way of the new, right tooth, to grow in its stead. I do love. That vein of the tooth that used me needs to be cut. The abrasions to my bones need to be broken. I want that time for healing to start. I want to welcome my new tooth. I want to chew again.
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