I've realized that people will always seem to disappoint me. Some with petty things that I can forgive, and others...well, I won't think the same way about them ever again. Yes, I admit I'm being cryptic, but isn't that half the fun?
Isn't that what everyone wants to do? Figure out why I'm so odd? Why do I do the things I do, why I make certain decisions, why I am so cold to others....maybe you should think about yourself more, and give up trying to see what makes me tick. I feel like I can't even walk through my house without getting set on the cutting board...awaiting my judgement. Who the ******** cares if I put priority in things that you find menial? Damn...I'm not a child, I can take responsibility without getting a proverbial finger wagging at me every second, can't I?
I guess not. I'm not the one to blame for your shitty childhood problems.
******** I can't sleep. My blood is hot, and my mind racing. So many unanswered questions and unturned stones. *sigh* At least getting out my discomfort here feels slightly better.
~Lily
LaRoseNoir · Fri Mar 03, 2006 @ 05:14am · 0 Comments |