missing piece

Dec 11, 2007 01:12

i told her today, she shouldn't worry if hes not the right guy, that shes still young. That shes just scared of losing what she has because its all she's ever known.

Words to comfort, to heal, to share. They all come so easy. Any given situation and i can say the right words, any given situation and its so easy to go through the right emotions and say the right things. But when its about me? What about me, maybe get mad, maybe get frustrated. But it seems in the end it always comes to the one feeling i know best. Apathy. Just in general, a lack of caring and compassion for almost everything. And its such a cheap way out. Im a pussy for doing it. Its easy to not care. too easy even. but its what i resort too.

"was that your subtle way of saying you've moved on?"

what the fuck is wrong with you? ugh...

and now i have that restlessness...can't shake it. Drives me crazy.
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