out of gas
"out of gas, out of road, out of car, i don't know how i'm gonna go"
i guess the problem is that tomorrow if the tables were turned
and you called me
i would stop everything and come to you
to rescue you (which is no crime, we all need it sometimes)
i would calm you down
i would be there for you in an instant
even after all of this
ALL OF THIS
thats the part that hurts the most
it honestly kills me
i'm not like you
i hate to admit that i love you too much to leave you in a similar situation
you may never know what it feels like to hear those words
when you are slapped in the face so hard that you know the sting will never go away
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(i could describe the situation to you
the fear, total loss of control,
the shaking, not knowing
the venerability
but i won't)
i thought the above while writing this and thought it was dumb of me to say
and very much like hamlet arriving at his mother's wedding:
Hamlet:
Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play:
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
so then i decided to put it in but behind a lj-cut just because of the hamlet thing
but now also to showcase the actual situation
there you have it
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the actual words
emma: ...so can you guys come get me?
my mother: well we are just about to eat dinner. we'll call you afterward.
emma: what?! are you serious?
she was in fact dead serious. they called me half an hour later.
"i'm trying to drink away the part of the day that i cannot sleep away"
i guess the problem is that tomorrow if the tables were turned
and you called me
i would stop everything and come to you
to rescue you (which is no crime, we all need it sometimes)
i would calm you down
i would be there for you in an instant
even after all of this
ALL OF THIS
thats the part that hurts the most
it honestly kills me
i'm not like you
i hate to admit that i love you too much to leave you in a similar situation
you may never know what it feels like to hear those words
when you are slapped in the face so hard that you know the sting will never go away
***********************************************************************************
(i could describe the situation to you
the fear, total loss of control,
the shaking, not knowing
the venerability
but i won't)
i thought the above while writing this and thought it was dumb of me to say
and very much like hamlet arriving at his mother's wedding:
Hamlet:
Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play:
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
so then i decided to put it in but behind a lj-cut just because of the hamlet thing
but now also to showcase the actual situation
there you have it
***********************************************************************************
the actual words
emma: ...so can you guys come get me?
my mother: well we are just about to eat dinner. we'll call you afterward.
emma: what?! are you serious?
she was in fact dead serious. they called me half an hour later.
"i'm trying to drink away the part of the day that i cannot sleep away"