I'm tired of the same ol' same ol'. I'm disgusted with the way you present yourself and expect us to give pity. I walked across the street today and felt the pride of my innerchild. I know that tomorrow will bring something but what it may be is really beyond me. I'm well aware that you hate me for who I truly am and that's what I love about you. You'll tell your children about me when you see my face in the paper. You never liked me much but your parents couldn't get enough of me, and that says a lot about who you are today. Thank you for that kick in the wrong direction.
Ugh...Fuck the Academy.
I don't want to know what you did yesterday or the day before. The weeks that have been building up in your life obviously made and crarfted what you are today, who you are today. That's all that matters to me right now. What I'm blabbering about of course is that you're standing here with me today. Fuck yesterday. Fuck the day before yesterday. Today you're with me. Maybe tomorrow you'll leave and if that's the case, so be it. People tend to hold value in the length, the quantity, while I'm a man of quality. Who said you have to be with someone for years to love them? I say love at first sight is enough in my book. Believe in me when I say you're the most beautiful person in my life right now. Oh and there's the obvious...
Fuck the Academy.
Wow. You really need to start lifting those weights. I can't help but notice you're constantly struggling with the same things in your life that I am. Maybe we should work together. Let's become a pair. We can fight crime any day of the week. There is one catch though, you will be the sidekick. You'll be the one that I never give recognition to. The newspaper will rarely capture your essence in photos. We both know the public will not care for you and that's fine by me. You'll have to learn to adjust and accept the fact that you're half the person I am. Get used to it, sidekick. We're here to follow the norm, not break it and set our own example. If we did that, that'd be pure blasphemy.
Oh you know where I'm going with this...
Fuck The Academy
"I hope you come crawling back to me with flowers and maybe even chocolates, pleading for me to take you back. I want to see you beg for my forgiveness and love. I'll lie and say you leaving to find yourself across the Globe really broke my heart and I missed you so very much. But the truth is I'm glad you didn't find what you were looking for, you were wrong Tim Hughes and nothing makes me happier than to be the one to tell you that.
You're wrong Tim Hughes, You're Wrong."
I always expect the worst in Life, so it's all good.
No matter where I end up, No matter who I end up with, I won't stop saying…
Fuck the Academy.
A man on the street I had never seen before came up to me and said "Sir, I think you dropped your wallet." I don't even have a wallet but all I could do was smile, nod and say simply "Why thank you, I can't believe I didn't notice. Is there any way I could repay you? Oh I know!" I reached into that wallet and started to flip through the bills. Five hundred thrirty three American Dollars. "Here, take this fifty." He declined but I insisted, "Trust me, giving away this money doesn't phase me in the least bit." That's when it hit me how sad of a human being I've become. I don't even care that I'm giving away someone else's money. Self pity is something that's not supposed to be on the school agenda but always ends up getting taught anyway. Such a shame...
Fuck the Academy.
Distance, they say it's a killer. To travel the distance it really takes strength, endurance and concentration. I have none of that but I still want to try. Despite what everyone has told me my whole life, hope can succeed. You say, "Hun, move on, there's someone better than me out there," and I understand where you're coming from but sometimes the best isn't what's right for you. Maybe there is somebody truly perfect around the corner from here, but why live a perfect life? It's the imperfections that truly make the World a beautiful fucked up place. So what do you say? Come on now, say it with me...
Fuck the Academy.
It'll never be the same and you know that. Despite your hatred for this shirt, I will wear it proud. This hat has rested on my head for years and I know you never liked it. I'm well aware orange isn't a color of grace. I also have learned over these past years what drives you crazy and that dearest, is me. We'll never be perfect for each other and that's what I love. It brings a smile to my face after every fight we have because it proves we're alive. If we truly didn't give two shits for one another, you'd be gone, I'd be gone. We're two very different people coping with one another all for that thing we cursed long ago, love. You said you'd never experience it and I said I'd never share it. Where did things go right?
Oh hun, by the way...
Fuck the Academy.
I love these.
