yes, I'm being pointy. no, probably not at you.

Jun 05, 2008 00:38

Wouldn't my life be easier if I'd never met you. My heart is capable of so much love, and it spills out to you. And you either don't know, or don't care.

Maybe part of why I clung so hard to what I had, was that I knew you were out of reach. I see or hear of you with others and it twists me inside.

And I'm old, and pathetic, and unattractive, and essentially useless, so I really can't blame you. You're beautiful and intelligent and self-sufficient, and you don't need my shit, and I wouldn't think of making you deal with it.

And now I've given up my drug of choice. I hope he finds the happiness I've been denied. I hope you do too. You deserve to be happy. Putting up with me isn't exactly conducive to such a state.

No wonder no one wants to.

If only I could find that little switch labeled "self-destruct". Then I'd lay in bed in my comfiest jammers with Kitty and Charmmy Kitty, snuggle up and wait. Maybe I'd even fall asleep first...

And many thanks to the sweetheart who offered to let me fall asleep somewhere very specific and very comforting. Don't I wish, darlin', don't I wish. *kiss your nose*
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