Wildflower
Nate and I broke up last night. He hates to talk, so as long as you don't you're fine. As soon as you do, you're in deep shit. He doesn't want to know what your problem is. He does not want to know why you hurt. He just thinks of me as an obligation. As a source of exasperation. And so after more then a year of not knowing where I stand, I finally stood up on spindly little legs and said I was done. Now I sit and cry. What a stupid person I am. I was the one who was not happy. Apparently, he wasn't all that jolly himself considering I speak, so why am I so damn sad? Why do I feel like my heart is burning up inside? I tried talking "oh gasp" to him again and he said he did not want any explanations, he just wanted to go someplace quiet. He just wants to stick his head in the sand and that makes it all better for him. Everything for me just gets worse and it hurts worse.