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Post by Crashtastic on Aug 20, 2011 17:18:55 GMT -5
I hate you. I can't stand to be near you. How is it that you let all these words pour from your mouth with no real ownership? It's simply noise that falls from your lips. I need a little bit of conversation, but you are not present. There is no partnership between us, so what is the point of carrying around this title?? I'll take from you whatever I can get. Though, you offer less and less. I don't blame you for that much. There is nothing we have left to offer one another, aside from a few material comforts.
I don't know if I can risk it again. It hurts to worry that way. If I'm not with you, then it will start again. The searching, the sex, it's the inevitable pull. I can't make the same mistakes and have to face again why I'll never get what I want. I question too much, don't trust enough...I just don't think I'm good enough for it. I don't want to get hurt by someone else, so I guess I'll settle for a while longer. I hate myself.
I'm so tired. The only peace I find is when I sleep.
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Post by residentweevil on Jul 26, 2012 10:55:25 GMT -5
Wow. That's pretty heavy. But venting is always good. Without darkness, nobody could appreciate light.
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