Jul 04, 2007 01:04
i thought i was hurt. but im realizing its more so shock. but....
oh man. that one didn't even bruise my ego
or leave a scrape.
next time try to save your dramatic excuses and hit closer to home.
i no longer care what's said to me behind a screen, through a text or mumbled to friends
so why am i writing about it if i don't care? well, to be honest... because i'm fucking amazed that i don't care. that it doesn't hurt. at all.
god. it feels great to NOT care.
i mean, people are gonna talk- nothing i can do about it.
to each his own opinion.
and i'll worry about your opinion when it affects me, until then you're just a blank face staring at a screen...
give me your worst, it's better off than my worst. my worst is better than your best.
deal with it.
one day you'll/i'll be thinking back to this moment wishing you could do it all over again.
that's what i love about life.
even at my worst i'm still doing better.
every time i think i reached a low something pulls me out of it.
will you still want to dangle me from a cobweb at the back of your mind when you see i'm all that is on someone else's?