.change into that summer skin.
The holidays are here again. I've made it through Thanksgiving and car trouble with one tremendous meltdown and broken soup bowl. We'll see what Christmas brings. I just can't get into it this year, feeling like a B-movie actor when I think about smiling at lights and hanging ornaments.
This fellow I've been seeing confessed he doesn't like reading. At this point, it's a sigh and a natural death for a relationship that doesn't seem to be working. I feel as if I'm putting forth all the effort and just can't do that. He sits home, unemployed, smoking pots and sleeping all day. There is no hope for this one.
It doesn't have that stomach churning-ithinkimgonnapukewhenyoulookatme-feeling that I need and still get when I think of how things used to be with someone else. Then the anger and sadness. Fuck.
When I think of love and relationships, I'm right back to that summer on the front porch full of hope.
This fellow I've been seeing confessed he doesn't like reading. At this point, it's a sigh and a natural death for a relationship that doesn't seem to be working. I feel as if I'm putting forth all the effort and just can't do that. He sits home, unemployed, smoking pots and sleeping all day. There is no hope for this one.
It doesn't have that stomach churning-ithinkimgonnapukewhenyoulookatme-feeling that I need and still get when I think of how things used to be with someone else. Then the anger and sadness. Fuck.
When I think of love and relationships, I'm right back to that summer on the front porch full of hope.