And this is why I always wish I could move to another country, as far away from the subject as I can possibly go. Out of sight and out of mind. Change my number, maybe. At this point, I'm not thinking about 'what had been' or 'what could've been'. More like I just gotta get far far far far away from this. I don't want to hang around, I just wanna go. It was easier the previous times. Not so now. Maybe I've gotten older.
- When you need to remove a person from your life
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funkozmatic- September 13th, 2010
- There's never going to be a good time, will there?
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- funkozmatic
- July 15th, 2010
I think what pissed me off the most was knowing that we will never be free. I'm climbing into myself because I loathe the people at work and their inane conversations. I will never be the carefree peacock, the marrying yuppies or the contented breeding moms and dads. Not even the happily, cohabiting gays. How can you aspire for something you didn't want in the first place? I had just wanted us to be free. One of us has our hands tied, backed into a corner. I can run along, still be free but I will never be truly happy. Not without the other one.
- What is mine, is mine.
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- funkozmatic
- April 24th, 2010
I feel threatened. By another man.
"He says I look like Nick Valensi from The Strokes now that my hair grew out."
NO! NO! NO!
You are suppose to be Vinoodh Matadin to my Inez van Lamsweerde.
VINOODH MATADIN!
We've been doing this tug of war thing with the boyfriend's time.
I bet he's wondering why his friend ended up with such an ice queen.
Well, that's just me being territorial.
