faye

I hate when people ask you big questions.


I don't lie *shrugs
(unless it's about breaking something OR about liking someones cooking that I actually don't...but those are more jokes and politness than lies to me)

but sometimes it's hard to put the truth into a statement that seems "romantically heartbreaking" (or some better term you'd use to smooth over really horrible)

I've been talking a lot about life lately, my life. I guess people are starting to wonder thus starting to ask hard questions that I really don't want to answer. There are some things that I just don't want others to know about me. There is one person who I'm semi close to and answer straight out to whatever she needs to know. However, now that she's apart of my family (three years?), that is kind of starting to backfire I think.

Why do you move so much?
Why don't you come home to visit us?
How is your dad doing?
What are you doing now?


Last night one of my "roommates" asked me "Are you happy?"..........fuck...........

His name is James, I've known him for four years, but I've always known him as my gay husband's boyfriend. So whenever I've visited or seen him, it's either been for/at a party or my main attention was on the husband and not him. Now that I live with them...and we talk and stuff like that, he asks me a lot of hard questions. All the questions everyone else who knows me knows not to ask.



I'm ending this here...ok bye.