Mar 04, 2006 16:08
At what age does ones life cease to be reminiscent of an ani difranco song?
When will it stop being necessary to write about things like this on a freaking internet journal?
And when will I ever learn? Or rather, why do I insist on dating the same guy, with the same bullshit issues over and over and over again and be surprised when I am hurt in the exact same way.
Although this one really takes the cake, thus far. There should be some sort of prize. Perhaps a cake, that he could abscond with.
I apologize for being obtuse on purpose. Its not my fault. I am sad. And it is a Saturday afternoon. and I have nothing to do and no one to do it with.
(in this city
self-preservation
is a full time occupation
I'm determined
to survive on this shore
you know I don't
avert my eyes anymore
in a man's world
I am a woman by birth
and after nineteen times around I have found
they will stop at nothing once they know what you are worth
talk to me now
I played the powerless
in too many dark scenes
and I was blessed with a birth and a death
and I guess I just want some say in between
don't you understand
in the day to day
and the face to face
I have to act
just as strong as I can
just to preserve a place
where I can be who I am
so if you still know how
talk to me now)