ahh, to be miserable again!
So, as usual, I find that I just love, more than anything, to feel miserable. Call it a bad habit, but I just can't get enough of it. I'm simply addicted to self loathing.
Once again I've found a girl who's emotionally unavailable, and once again I can't keep myself from trying to get involved again. I thought I'd done an OK job of not getting involved just recently, of finding someone and not caring that I could never really have her, but there's just something about me, I can't stop myself it seems. If there's even that hint of a hope of a chance...what the fuck? ya know, what the fuck?
Ya, that's life.
Once again I've found a girl who's emotionally unavailable, and once again I can't keep myself from trying to get involved again. I thought I'd done an OK job of not getting involved just recently, of finding someone and not caring that I could never really have her, but there's just something about me, I can't stop myself it seems. If there's even that hint of a hope of a chance...what the fuck? ya know, what the fuck?
Ya, that's life.