hostess

shit.

ok, then.

soldier praying for war

So much of what we are is what people feel for us.

good morning

She has to talk to someone, but it shouldn't be me. I don't know what else to say without hating everyone involved. And I end up involved. And hating.

Maybe all men are self-centered assholes and all women are idiots, even if my life tries to prove me otherwise. Maybe it's not all of them. Maybe I am a self-centered asshole and an idiot. Maybe he is just an idiot and she is an idiot too.

Meanwhile, I shouldn't be focusing on this, but I can't help it. It shouldn't be MY problem, I have problems of my own. How much further will I have to run to get away from this? Maybe it's a good thing, if only to remind me never to go back. Maybe some things can never change.

Hopefully I can.

And you took the words out of my mouth. I'm so happy to be here with you.

But....maybe we should put it all behind, because you're not trying to take any more words out of my mind. and you are not here with me.