One stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life
Things are happening, really happening. License being applied, visa application follows. I've catalogued stuff to be sold, movers are coming for quotes, just got my Return Visa today, thank god-so I can still be an Australian resident.
This is the first Friday in Sydney I'm feeling restless. Not sure why either, I thought maybe it was 'cos I spent the last two weekends in Melbourne and have had company.
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But really I just want someone to vent and talk to. Yes it's stupid and I did see it coming, and I don't know why I'm here. No of course I do, because the reality? I'm a sucker. I don't know how something like this happened. I let it happen. I entertained the hope and revelled in the flutters and little pleasures until this.
Gaiman said it best:
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences, you build up a whole suit of armour, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
I knew and I let it happen. My fault, my stupidity, my price. Why the fuck?
This is the first Friday in Sydney I'm feeling restless. Not sure why either, I thought maybe it was 'cos I spent the last two weekends in Melbourne and have had company.
::
But really I just want someone to vent and talk to. Yes it's stupid and I did see it coming, and I don't know why I'm here. No of course I do, because the reality? I'm a sucker. I don't know how something like this happened. I let it happen. I entertained the hope and revelled in the flutters and little pleasures until this.
Gaiman said it best:
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences, you build up a whole suit of armour, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
I knew and I let it happen. My fault, my stupidity, my price. Why the fuck?