The walking contradictions of what you pretend to be versus what you actually are. The difficulty that forces the question is hinted in the need that perhaps what you actually are is pretend all together. If so, then what do you make of your situation ( Read more... )

For the record.

Some of the stories he told me that night about his sordid past, are hitting me only just now. The reality of what he survived is finally getting through my thick skull. That, and when he told me I was drunk enough to black some of it out for a while.

Like the time when he was coming down of a four day bender with peunomia and ( Read more... )

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There is that don’t go there button that I have so much trouble avoiding. Almost as soon as I see it, I’m there pushing as hard as can be, before I even realize what I am doing. In the wake of the mess I created, it dawns on me that I’ve done it again. Asked those questions that no one ever really asks, or if they do ask, they never ask as directly ( Read more... )

I try to hide it, but its eating me alive. Things have changed. Things have shifted. Things are skewed. Nothing is the same ( Read more... )

I like the word soul ( Read more... )

Perhaps I had too much drink ( Read more... )

It seems I get the silent treatment ( Read more... )

I realized that some people never change ( Read more... )

lame.
just
L.a.m.e.

*shakes fist

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