[Aftermath]
I’ve come to the conclusion I have been put on this earth as a tool. To satisfy the dwelling depths of the cold human beings we know as women. And too think that I was actually going somewhere with this one. It didn’t, I was treated the same way I did in the previous ones. Too help satisfy their need.
Nice guys finish last. Because they are kind enough to let the others go ahead and take what they want, hoping there would be another prize at the end of the race. But you are wrong, only more unwillingness to drive. No longer get that satisfaction that sooths your heart.
And all you want is a little sympathy to what you really want. But again, it gets taken away because you allow those other assholes to slide in front you.
That prize, that still prize. Doesn’t even know that its getting won over, but all it wants is to be taken care of. Loved, nourished, cleaned…. Cared for. Its not that simple.
Off the subject….
My first girlfriend used me to make her look like she was actually dating someone in front of her best friend. Good thing that horrid thing only lasted three days. Nor did she even have the courtesy to tell me that it was alright to be friends. Tell me that after we don’t talk for three years after that.
I’d rather not get too much into the second happening. She was a whore, and still is. Telling me we would ******** like rabbits. Come next day she wants nothing to do with me. Telling me that it is over and we will never talk again. Make up your mind because two months after that you came crawling bank because I’m the only guy on earth who will accept you for you are.
And of course, this last bit that we all know of, or at least me that is. Her long term relationship wasn’t going to great to her wanting. Came to me on the internet and started fooling around through the messages ONLY. Both of use grew feelings for each other, although I believe mine were greater. But I kept my distance, knowing she was in the relationship. Come to break the news, she doesn’t want to have those feelings. Nor wanting to lead me on.
A bit too late for that…
I’ve come to the conclusion I have been put on this earth as a tool. To satisfy the dwelling depths of the cold human beings we know as women. And too think that I was actually going somewhere with this one. It didn’t, I was treated the same way I did in the previous ones. Too help satisfy their need.
Nice guys finish last. Because they are kind enough to let the others go ahead and take what they want, hoping there would be another prize at the end of the race. But you are wrong, only more unwillingness to drive. No longer get that satisfaction that sooths your heart.
And all you want is a little sympathy to what you really want. But again, it gets taken away because you allow those other assholes to slide in front you.
That prize, that still prize. Doesn’t even know that its getting won over, but all it wants is to be taken care of. Loved, nourished, cleaned…. Cared for. Its not that simple.
Off the subject….
My first girlfriend used me to make her look like she was actually dating someone in front of her best friend. Good thing that horrid thing only lasted three days. Nor did she even have the courtesy to tell me that it was alright to be friends. Tell me that after we don’t talk for three years after that.
I’d rather not get too much into the second happening. She was a whore, and still is. Telling me we would ******** like rabbits. Come next day she wants nothing to do with me. Telling me that it is over and we will never talk again. Make up your mind because two months after that you came crawling bank because I’m the only guy on earth who will accept you for you are.
And of course, this last bit that we all know of, or at least me that is. Her long term relationship wasn’t going to great to her wanting. Came to me on the internet and started fooling around through the messages ONLY. Both of use grew feelings for each other, although I believe mine were greater. But I kept my distance, knowing she was in the relationship. Come to break the news, she doesn’t want to have those feelings. Nor wanting to lead me on.
A bit too late for that…
