12/11/2009
There's the two of us...

Fingers pointed, unusually large eyes, and the absolute refusal to put things gently.

Accusingly. Fingers pointed, unusually large eyes, and the absolute refusal to put things gently.

So, I said, I'll take it in stride, and yes, I'm not bothered anymore. I just have nothing to write, and I thought I'll write about it, and we'll see where things go. It's just that, well, it's scary.

Here it is. You want this? You got it. I was not called a bitch for nothing.

And yes, I looked like a lost dog, but nobody really tells me anything, and I understand. Or, well, I'm just used to it. And you'll all go "what?" and think I'm absolutely stupid.

No, no, no, I'm not talking to myself. You are a ghost, aren't you? Stay away from me. You do not exist.

So sometimes I think about it. This is it. The moment I long knew would happen, and the moment I still cringe. Oddly, I revisit it. Often. I must be that desperate. Fingers pointed, unusually large eyes that say "I don't want to deal with you..."

And the absolute refusal to put things gently.

But I haven't done anything.

And your responses...

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