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dear_mun2012-06-12 02:52 pm
godsavesarcasm) wrote in dear_mun2012-06-12 02:52 pm
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England's Speech
I'm supremely glad you didn't insist on the grand production that you wanted earlier. A speech reminiscent of King George VI's 1939 address. Really? So ambitious. As if you'd be able to replicate something as great as that.
[A sigh and England looks tired, but he tries not to give into it. He'a always tired nowadays.]
So, dear girl, what are we to do now? What are you doing? Has being around us bitter old men gotten to you that it had to end up this way? Sad and stressed? Feeling like you're unable to do anything right? Well, all I can say is I've been here with you and I've been where you are. Not to try and sound like that awfully optimistic idiot, but it'll get better. Eventually. You'll have to rake yourself through fire and brimstone first before it gets better but it will and the Devil would like to say he likes those last few words there very much. Not that it's essential to this conversation.
Don't feel sorry for yourself. It's not good for you. I understand you care about a whole host of things and you've made so many mistakes in the past few days, but perhaps now is the time to let go and rest, relax. Focus on yourself, on things that are happier and less complicated. We'll all be fine here, though as you know, a pall of gloom and sadness has fallen over the head space, but then of course we'll persevere. We'll live.
And as for her, well. Perhaps time will heal wounds. Hopefully they will. If talk seems impossible (as most serious talks are), then put it off for another day. Talk when it doesn't hurt as much, when minds are clearer. You've done the mistake of talking when you're ill-prepared for it and it just ended up hurting everyone involved. Sometimes tackling a problem head on isn't the best solution. Take heed of this lesson and try to learn it. It wouldn't hurt to wait and she has said she still wants to be your friend. Perhaps it would be best to trust her and wait. It won't guarantee that you won't get hurt, but then who says you won't get hurt in other ways?
Frightfully optimistic, I know. This is what you get for making me do this.
Stop being bloody depressed. You've got a job starting in two days. You've got that silly prom thing in that confounded place, though I understand things have been high on craziness because of it. You'll be taking a break from it all in a few days. Hold on. Read a book. Watch a film. Blind yourself with the all-American handsomeness of Mr. Rogers in that one you love so much. Just something. Get more sleep. Talk to people face to face instead of through a machine. Eat well and deliciously. I'll even make you fish n' chips if it'll make you stop bloody moping over everything. Christ, child. You'll do well to be happier when you don't have to be so bloody upset.
[Another sigh.]
Go now, poppet. You'll be all right.
[A sigh and England looks tired, but he tries not to give into it. He'a always tired nowadays.]
So, dear girl, what are we to do now? What are you doing? Has being around us bitter old men gotten to you that it had to end up this way? Sad and stressed? Feeling like you're unable to do anything right? Well, all I can say is I've been here with you and I've been where you are. Not to try and sound like that awfully optimistic idiot, but it'll get better. Eventually. You'll have to rake yourself through fire and brimstone first before it gets better but it will and the Devil would like to say he likes those last few words there very much. Not that it's essential to this conversation.
Don't feel sorry for yourself. It's not good for you. I understand you care about a whole host of things and you've made so many mistakes in the past few days, but perhaps now is the time to let go and rest, relax. Focus on yourself, on things that are happier and less complicated. We'll all be fine here, though as you know, a pall of gloom and sadness has fallen over the head space, but then of course we'll persevere. We'll live.
And as for her, well. Perhaps time will heal wounds. Hopefully they will. If talk seems impossible (as most serious talks are), then put it off for another day. Talk when it doesn't hurt as much, when minds are clearer. You've done the mistake of talking when you're ill-prepared for it and it just ended up hurting everyone involved. Sometimes tackling a problem head on isn't the best solution. Take heed of this lesson and try to learn it. It wouldn't hurt to wait and she has said she still wants to be your friend. Perhaps it would be best to trust her and wait. It won't guarantee that you won't get hurt, but then who says you won't get hurt in other ways?
Frightfully optimistic, I know. This is what you get for making me do this.
Stop being bloody depressed. You've got a job starting in two days. You've got that silly prom thing in that confounded place, though I understand things have been high on craziness because of it. You'll be taking a break from it all in a few days. Hold on. Read a book. Watch a film. Blind yourself with the all-American handsomeness of Mr. Rogers in that one you love so much. Just something. Get more sleep. Talk to people face to face instead of through a machine. Eat well and deliciously. I'll even make you fish n' chips if it'll make you stop bloody moping over everything. Christ, child. You'll do well to be happier when you don't have to be so bloody upset.
[Another sigh.]
Go now, poppet. You'll be all right.
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