Why does she do this to me? Why does she feel the need to reduce me to tears? Every. Single. Fucking. Day. What did I do to her? I try, I do, I really do try. I try to do what she wants me to but I feel like she expects me to be perfect or something and perfect is something I will never be. It’s not even something that I want to try to be. I’m happy with being me, imperfections an’ all. I just wish that she could be happy with that as well, or at least happy for me. (I always thought people who used the word. period. word. sentence structure in their journals and blogs were truly pretentious. Now I realize it really does help with venting a particular frustrating line, and probably saves the keyboard from getting pounded the hell out by spacing those pausing periods in between.)
L
Written on 22 December 2005 at 01:43 am
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Quote of the moment:
Up where they walk. Up where they run. Up where they stay all day in the sun. Wanderin' free. Wish I could be. Part of that world