while at burkhart's, we went upstairs where knew a certain person would be playing pool. certain person never spoke. only a limp hand wave. sa la vie.
i tried. i sat in the corner there for three whole games before giving up.
i know things aren't the way they once were. but what else am i supposed to do? feelings have changed. situations have changed.
oh! i know. i'm supposed to grow up. because i'm not twenty-three, really. and other people say bad things about me. they're true, you know?
believe them if you want to. the truth poors only from my mouth. those you cowardly listen to and head to for advice are only telling you what you want to hear.
being single for the past, say, oh, YEAR, has been nice. it's had its terrible times. but i'm beginning to realize the less you have in your life, the better off you are.
(by less, i mean men)
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