Jun 11, 2004 00:32
Just got home from the Mr. Wednesday gig at Supermild.
I am numb. And careless- disrespectful of other peoples feelings.
And it's such a shame that he was the person to cause all the friction.
This numbing surreal[ness].
Hurting and sinking and spinning. [All the time]
I still pretend that things are okay.
[G][E][T] [O][U][T] [O][F] [M][Y] [H][E][A][D]
Your not worth it..
Nothing was ever worth it..
The relationship was a flop, a fluke, a flaw.
And what exists of you now in my head are bad memories.
Fights. Arguments. Lies {from you constantly}
My mood allows me to look at people in disgust.
But I am just the same as them, if not, lower.
Until now everything was fine,,
Until now everything was great.
I don't mean to winge.
But bus trips home at midnight are so lonley.
'These fatal flaws are getting too much..' [well said]