I find things funny,
funny even though they hurt,
Like remembering all the plans that were made, PAris, The Allen Park Street Fair, The sausage fest, Movies on Wednesdays, Marriage, Children, Rubbing backs every night. All of those promises broken really carelessly.
It is funny to listen to someone tell you they will never post somewhere again because it is your fortress of solitude, only to have them post there about how much better life is without you.
It is funny they don't post it places you don't go or read, They only post it where it can be in your plain sight.
Then call you immature.
I only want people to be happy. If trying to make me pull the trigger to the shotgun i already have in my mouth makes you happy, then you might get the ultimate happiness soon. I have always said I would not hide here. But now I find myself hiding. I say hello you comeback with did you call me a whore? The one word i would never call you but you accuse me of calling you all the time. I would never use the word, I know how much it would hurt. SoI would never say it. But it is the first thing you accuse me of thinking or saying. I guess it is easy to paint me ina bad light. Maybe I even deserve it. But this idea that I am going to be made miserable will end. You told me let's be friends, I am sorry he doesn't allow you to do that now. I never asked anyones permission to be friends with someone. I am no person's slave.
Maybe all of this is untrue. There always were these communication issues. Where nothing would be said and then an argument would break out because one of us didn't know. Maybe that is all this is. But I can't go around afraid to speak because of the reprecussions of what someone might say about me in a room filled with my friends.
funny even though they hurt,
Like remembering all the plans that were made, PAris, The Allen Park Street Fair, The sausage fest, Movies on Wednesdays, Marriage, Children, Rubbing backs every night. All of those promises broken really carelessly.
It is funny to listen to someone tell you they will never post somewhere again because it is your fortress of solitude, only to have them post there about how much better life is without you.
It is funny they don't post it places you don't go or read, They only post it where it can be in your plain sight.
Then call you immature.
I only want people to be happy. If trying to make me pull the trigger to the shotgun i already have in my mouth makes you happy, then you might get the ultimate happiness soon. I have always said I would not hide here. But now I find myself hiding. I say hello you comeback with did you call me a whore? The one word i would never call you but you accuse me of calling you all the time. I would never use the word, I know how much it would hurt. SoI would never say it. But it is the first thing you accuse me of thinking or saying. I guess it is easy to paint me ina bad light. Maybe I even deserve it. But this idea that I am going to be made miserable will end. You told me let's be friends, I am sorry he doesn't allow you to do that now. I never asked anyones permission to be friends with someone. I am no person's slave.
Maybe all of this is untrue. There always were these communication issues. Where nothing would be said and then an argument would break out because one of us didn't know. Maybe that is all this is. But I can't go around afraid to speak because of the reprecussions of what someone might say about me in a room filled with my friends.