Its so very true. i cant be happy unless peter is sad. I told him i cheated on him in an oh so serious voice and he believed me (but of course! I am very believable.) He got all sad, so i laughed.
Before i said that phrase, i was oh so sad. glum. pissed. But yes. Its true. His misery brings my pleasure. oh how fucked am i?
A guy said to me today, "Your style always changes. Sometimes i cant recognize you."
That was probably the best compliment ever. And it pretty much sums me up. constantly changing (for the better?) shedding, rebuilding. Maybe this is why my memory is so short. im not meant to remember? Its sad though. I cant name one person that has stayed with me my entire life. I feel...
like an outcast.