I've been reading the Tawny Man series by Robin Hobb. One thing that sticks out in my mind is that life is a circle. In the epilogue it says, basicaly, that our life is a circle. Thus is mine.
I've been in this situation time and time before. There is a girl. This girl is taken. She doesn't have many friends and her guy is pretty posessive. So. She decides to leave him. I want her. I am sure I've made her aware, but the next move, i decide, is hers. Enter the other guy. The guy i know is a fucking sleeze bag. The kind that fucks women and brags to all his friends about this awesome score he just got. I am nice and quite shy and polite. I have a feeling I'll lose. I always do. But this time I think I might just try harder if I can escape the gut wrenching feeling that she has fun hanging out with him and lets me know it.
Tomorrow I'll be drunk. Maybe a litle more peaceful of mind and heart.
I've been in this situation time and time before. There is a girl. This girl is taken. She doesn't have many friends and her guy is pretty posessive. So. She decides to leave him. I want her. I am sure I've made her aware, but the next move, i decide, is hers. Enter the other guy. The guy i know is a fucking sleeze bag. The kind that fucks women and brags to all his friends about this awesome score he just got. I am nice and quite shy and polite. I have a feeling I'll lose. I always do. But this time I think I might just try harder if I can escape the gut wrenching feeling that she has fun hanging out with him and lets me know it.
Tomorrow I'll be drunk. Maybe a litle more peaceful of mind and heart.
One, which im kinda in right now but im not sure cuz he breaks up with me all the time. he's from cali, im from tx, sometimes i live out there for him, sometimes he lives out here for me. And it's back and forth. when he's fed up with me he simply rides the rails to god knows where like the crusty badass he is, returns months later when he feels like it and i drop everything to take 1000 backwards steps into his arms and together we walk hand in hand down the never ending unhappy trail leading absolutely nowhere. He's cheated on me, hit me, spat on me, called me every name in the book, had me arrested, stolen money from me, dispersed nude photos of me at my work, and professed coutless times what a horrible person i am and how much i treat him like shit.
maybe its a self esteem problem, maybe im an idiot, maybe society and a sad childhood are to blame, maybe we are in love and just need help working things out, who knows. but ive turned down lots of nice guys like you, and all the shit that happened to me, i have chosen. And i still don't know why. But for whatever it's worth, on behalf of confused bitches like me everywhere who are terminally prone to mr wrong, I apologize.