Saturday, January 2, 2010

Even when its fake, you can’t help but feel bad.

Ever do something that is so…  What are the words…  Comfortable and fun maybe?  Well, ever do something that made you feel good about yourself and then see something – even though you know its fake – and can’t help but feel like you’re something you have come to loathe as you’ve walked through life?

Well, that’s happened to me.  I can’t explain it, but it makes me uncomfortable.  I hate the girl and was wronged by the girl and I watch the girl act like a spastic whore.  But when I see the joke, I can’t help but feel like a 4x4 piece of lumber has slammed me in the face with exposed nails.  It takes my mood down and makes me unhappy and I withdraw because I don’t want to feel like that nasty bitch that splits people apart.

He’s clueless, but that’s fine.  Even if he reads this, he probably wouldn’t understand – hopefully she won’t also.

Oh well.  I’m going back to being sick for New Years.  What a lovely start to 2010.  Good luck to you all in the upcoming year.

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