"One too many drinks tonight, and I miss you.. like you were mine."
Sara Bareilles - "Come 'Round Soon"
So fucking frustrated. So damn forgotten. I can't stand the uproar caused by own afflictions. This thunderstorm that is my life sometimes.. I can only seek refuge for so long. Am I so pathetic that I stand under a cloud of my own rain, begging for a glance? Ah, fuck this. You know something - I am too friggin' good to do this to myself.. (and right after I say this, the usual guilt that creeps up abruptly for feeling good about or standing up for myself is right there, like clockwork.).
Dear God, is this how it's gonna be? I'm gonna be wrapped up in this hateful realm of spite for the rest of my days, tearing up at the memories of rejection and abandonment?
So bitter.
I'm not gonna do this again.
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