| | "I still remember the ways that you touched me. Now I know I don't mean anything to you... You're easy breezy and I'm Japan-easy, soon you'll mean exactly nothing to me and that means... You look stupid, tellin' all your friends how you got the best of me. I intended to share the pleasure only. Now I look stupid - we're livin' in a world with a lot of pressure. It's quite unneeded to put more pressure on me. You came and went and left my house like a breeze just passing by. Hello, goodbye, you left a note saying it was nice stopping by... I should have never ever let you inside."
Life is a little surreal right now. I keep thinking that I'm waiting for something to happen, some sort of sign or event that's supposed to magically let me know that THIS is the direction my life is supposed to go in. I wake up expecting to do something but then I quickly realize that there's nothing to do but the mundane tasks of every day life. It's like I'm waiting on a cue but I don't even know what that cue is.
As if my life couldn't get anymore dramatic, he had to go and purchase me a card. Write a bunch of nice things in it. And really, doesn't that sound a little suspect? Truth is, I'd rather think it was a nice gesture as opposed to pinning him down for being a conniving little sneak.
Coming here to write doesn't bring the same release that it used to. I feel like I need questions answered. I feel like I need some closure. Writing just brings my mind around the same circles that it's been in for the past how many days. |
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