Oct 06, 2006 09:59
Love is all politics. If the popular vote isn't your way, then you have no hope.
But that doesn't matter.
Tiff and Moon were broke up, I heard Tiff tell Moon this all night. So a couple hours and a couple of shots later, I was talkin to Tiff, moved in and kissed her. And you know what? She kissed me back, and her mom walked in.
Last night I was threatened of losing my job, my future in the Navy, my bodily functions, and got death threats from TWO different people.
But they don't matter.
Later in the night, Tiff was tryin to get away from the drama, so she stayed with me for a few hours. We were sober, and you know what? I kissed her again.
So to the people who don't give a shit about me, and to those who obviously don't give a shit about Tiff (I swear, all everyone said was "Look at what you're doing to Moon, bla bla bla,"), I proudly state: Fuck You.
Kill me, take whatever you want. Even for just one night, I wasn' t the "friend on the side". I wasn't the +1. Finally I wanted something, so I went and got it. And it was worth it. For one night, not even that, for just a few minutes, I was exactly where I wanted to be. No doubts, no worries, no misery. And that was the first time in a long time that I have felt that.
So fuckers, please, bring it the fuck on. If hurting me is going to solve your problems, then go ahead.
I stated a few weeks ago that with one word, everything that mattered suddenly didn't.
Well with two more words, I was suddenly reminded of why they mattered in the first place.
Do your worst. I'm not afraid of you. I actually think you're rather pathetic.
Ciao
Vinnie