“Dammit I’m Mad” (A poem that is a palindrome by Demetri Martin)
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Every day is a new day with you: one day you’re mad, another you’re happy, sometimes you’re really emotional, most days you tell me you care about be. I’m so upset that we’re fighting over something so simple. What’s the point of this fight? That’s all I can ask anymore… we’re so far away from each other but I want to be so close. We only get to Skype or FaceTime when we’re not in class or i’m not at work, so why waste the chances we get? I don’t know if you’re asleep or not, but I’m going to try to. I know you love to do the things that you know will get me riled up. No text back, small words back, single letters, anything that you know will get my blood boiling. I’m sick of this fighting. I want to be with you. Simple as that. I hope when I see you, (soon) that I can show you how much I care. Little do you know I already have your birthday planned out. Being that you have a tumblr, it’s probably no longer a secret, but that’s alright. I do. I made reservations from here and called around to make sure I, sorry we, are going to a good place. I dream every day that you’re here with me. I have day dreams about you, and when I do that little shiver thing where I realize where I actually am, I get upset only because you’re not here, and there’s such a little chance of you coming back. I know I told you about me wanting to lucid dream, and I was going to tell you, I did it. not for very long, not with anything crazy, but I did it. Want to know what I was dreaming of? You. I had a dream I went bowling, went to see you afterwards, I kissed your forehead and you went to bed, then you texted me when I got home. I actually got a text from you that morning, which is what triggered that sound in my dream, and I thought for a second, should I get up and look at that text or text my baby in the dream. I ran around looking for things to get for you: flowers, Watson, a bagel from panera, anything; I then told myself, “She has no idea, wake up.” and I woke up. I was so happy in my dream especially cause I could control it. You were laying down at home and I could see you from my room and you just kinda teleported here.. I loved it. I make one of these stupid damn tumblr posts every once in a while and I don’t know why. Probably, once again, to just vent. I don’t vent to my parents, of course they don’t understand. I don’t vent to my brother, we end up bickering. None of my guy friends like to hear it. This is why I’m here. Facebook and twitter are there to keep me updated with the people I don’t see often, but am somewhat concerned about. These people are the people that are your friends, and if they were in trouble, you’d help because you’re that nice person. They’re not the people I see everyday, just friends. You; you’re my best friend.
Goodnight all.
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Dramatic Reading Of A Break-Up Letter
TEARS. I AM DYING.
EVERYONE MUST LISTEN TO THIS.
