6.09.2008

did nothing today but walk a blind man to his bus stop

of all the emotionally disturbing things that have happened lately. you were the worst.
i'm fine now of course. and don't hold it against you. But next time don't mess with my head so much. i thought i'd be okay after that. but it took several strong drinks to get you out of my head and reorganize my thoughts. i'm wondering if this is your way of seeking revenge after all these years. i doubt it though.

between torrential downpours i warm up a little more. each day is flooding with unexpected dead trees and/or parts, which knock me over every time.

i'm tired of being defeated, lied to and forgotten.

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