I don't understand...
Why can I have friends for years and years, who know a lot of things about me, but not everything, not every little sub-atomic particle of my being, yet I spend 6 months with a person who now knows every one of my secrets, to whom I gave everything that I could, to whom I was never enough... and now we might never speak again? How is that possible?? Where does everything go, everything that I told her??
It's in her now, and she can't help that. What must she do to completely purge her soul of my memories, and why must she do this? So what if we aren't destined to be the world's greatest couple, the fucking duo of all duos?? There is a now unknown-to-me person roaming the planet with all of me inside of her soul, and she won't share myself with me.
All I want is for my soul to be a meal for two, and pleasantly digested for the next 50 years of my existence. I didn't mean for anyone to get sick on a diet of me.
I feel poisonous.
I feel like a big, sad, toxic mushroom.
I need to get over it, and myself.
It's in her now, and she can't help that. What must she do to completely purge her soul of my memories, and why must she do this? So what if we aren't destined to be the world's greatest couple, the fucking duo of all duos?? There is a now unknown-to-me person roaming the planet with all of me inside of her soul, and she won't share myself with me.
All I want is for my soul to be a meal for two, and pleasantly digested for the next 50 years of my existence. I didn't mean for anyone to get sick on a diet of me.
I feel poisonous.
I feel like a big, sad, toxic mushroom.
I need to get over it, and myself.