Dec 07, 2005 15:42
//Not so much locked//
Hey, Idiot. I'm not mad at you. I never was. Possibly slightly hurt because I'm pretty sure you don't care about me the same way I care about you, but not mad. And you having to pick your words? Is it impossible for you to accept when someone's saying in a pretty straightforward manner they love you and only want the best for you? Yes, maybe this isn't the best way to say it, but I don't care.
Maybe it's because I've been overly exposed to Hemingway, or the fact that I don't care if it's classic she shouldn't have gotten on the plane. And yes, I realize I just jumped forms of media. Maybe it's because when I was dressed up like 'Yale Barbie' the other night, out of my mind drunk, and ended up writing down fake memories for everyone, which Faith mocked, I realized I really meant them. Well the touching sentiments anyway. Not so much Lindsey's... Cause, gag me. But whatever. Or maybe it's because I've been listening to short men from Oklahoma, but I need to say it and somehow we keep seeming to run into communication issues.. so
Screw everyone for not saying what they feel.
I Lilah Morgan
love the really irritating
pompous british man
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
And I'm really very sick of feeling bad about it. Or apologizing for it.
Do with it what you will, Wes. I just needed it out there.
And beyond that I really could care less what other people think. I'm going to the bar...
//Still less than locked//
And Angel? Therapy? Not happening. As you can see expressing myself, not so much something I have experience with or should be encouraged to do.