What the hell

[audryana]

Why do I bother listening? As if somehow, between the lies and stories and justifications I could unravel the truth. It seems to easy for others to disregard the liars in this world and yet not for me. I do know that once I get through all the crap, he is still just a worthless human being. Small and scared and pathetic. Hiding behind bravado, beer and feigned illnesses. So why isn't it enough just to know that? Why do I always need to know the Why? What caused this? Why can't I just write it all off to rich white boy guilt and move on?

I want him to tell me once, just once what the hell is wrong with him. So I can place him in his box, tuck him away on a back shelf and stop listening to him.