Jun 26, 2005 00:25
Yeah. I'm filled with sorrow.. filled with pain.. and as a result we have poetry again.
the dissonance of supposed innocence
is superior to those of openheartedness
for sake of truth of suituations aloof
we see not all for face value
instead we create and elate
eventually hate
yet even now I despise I cannot
despite my darkest desires and
innermost needs
it feeds sorrow and sadness
but harbors no fury or anger
i'm glad I have lost but at a cost
...laid upon the chopping block again.
Bottom line here? Well.. just found out that seven months of my time was based on a lie.. and all that time I was wondering why things refused to work out right.. no wonder.. but despite the fact of all I know now.. I'm just sad. I don't have any anger.. I don't have any recourse.. I don't even have anything I can throw in her face. I opened myself, and let myself be plundered. Pitiful of me.
I need a few shots.. I'm sure glad I'm going to have my own place soon. And Ben, blow me if you read this. You can be as pissy as you want that things changed. I was all for rooming with you, but you weren't even putting shit's worth of effort into the situation. So honestly? Fuck off if you are going to even think of berating me, especially with me in my current mindset. I might not be able to find anger and hatred in that situation, but I certainly can find plenty of reasons to vent that seem completely unrelated.