No I don't!
Yes I do
No I really don't!
Yes I really do
No I didn't!
A month later..
Yeah I so did.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
internal conflict
... sometimes i get weak and i stumble as i tread upon the sins of life.
and then guilt would come sneering at me.
oh the pain of living...
and then guilt would come sneering at me.
oh the pain of living...
Thursday, November 5, 2009
curses
" its my birthday today." she said.
fuck. its mom's birthday today and she had to call to remind me.
silently stabbing myself in the heart over and over again with a ragged, rusty knife called guilt, i apologized profusely and hung up the phone.
what is the matter with me? i've changed into such a heartless bitch.
speaking of...
" bitcchh." he swore ever so passionately.
you talk about her with such fury. sometimes it makes me wonder, perhaps you havent fully gotten closure from her.
taller prettier . better in basically every godfrickin way
if he still has unresolved anger(issues) over his old flame, he's probably still beating himself up over the fact that the relationship's become a 'what was once'. it should mean something, shouldnt it?
" slut." the other one swore, a solid two hours later.
the room smelled fresh of cigarette smoke. i was silent.
" she's not a slut. just not who you thought she was." i tried to console him. but the words slipped off like jello sliding on linoleum floor.
"slut." he spat out once more. " how could she do this to me? she's acting as if nothing happened."
" i'm sure your previous girls have done bad things as well. things that you dont know of. people do shit. she's only done one mistake -just one. you cant judge her by that."
he got up. "i need beer or something..."
mistakes. we only bring it out on ourselves..
fuck. its mom's birthday today and she had to call to remind me.
silently stabbing myself in the heart over and over again with a ragged, rusty knife called guilt, i apologized profusely and hung up the phone.
what is the matter with me? i've changed into such a heartless bitch.
speaking of...
" bitcchh." he swore ever so passionately.
you talk about her with such fury. sometimes it makes me wonder, perhaps you havent fully gotten closure from her.
taller prettier . better in basically every godfrickin way
if he still has unresolved anger(issues) over his old flame, he's probably still beating himself up over the fact that the relationship's become a 'what was once'. it should mean something, shouldnt it?
" slut." the other one swore, a solid two hours later.
the room smelled fresh of cigarette smoke. i was silent.
" she's not a slut. just not who you thought she was." i tried to console him. but the words slipped off like jello sliding on linoleum floor.
"slut." he spat out once more. " how could she do this to me? she's acting as if nothing happened."
" i'm sure your previous girls have done bad things as well. things that you dont know of. people do shit. she's only done one mistake -just one. you cant judge her by that."
he got up. "i need beer or something..."
mistakes. we only bring it out on ourselves..
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