someone should have warned me
Do I make it acceptable to treat me like shit? Does loving people allow them to have those shitty moments? I love them for all those times they treated me, themselves, and others like the gods we are. And when they go about flinging their ass, I want to smack them back into line, but more than that, I want to cry than I have ever cared for them and made them think it was okay to fling shit. Why must I connect myself to their ass? Why do I still hope that they'll clean up and be the wonder I see in them? I should just let it go..............