You told me you wanted to stop. No pause. Just stop. That because of our last conversation you didn't think it was a good idea. That we're too different. And I'm almost ready to tell everyone to stop lying to me. There's obviously something wrong.
We found out we were different. But to say it was that conversation. The conversation in which I expressed my wanting for you to take me on a regular date. Where you pick where we go or what we do and you take me out. Because from what I recall I've picked where we've gone because you didn't know. Oh and I paid for my meal. But apparently me wanting you tovar least put forth a normality in our dating life rubbed you the wrong way. Good thing it wasn't officially and it didn't matter anyways.
She told me the same thing she always does. That I just haven't met the right guy. And if someone tells me one more time that I need to stop trying and let it happen my head is going to explode. Because i haven't tried for any of these guys. They always just happen to me and I wish I would try so maybe they wouldn't anymore.
God help me if I hear another guy tell me he doesn't want a relationship with me. So stop fucking wasting my time. Don't ask to go out. If you don't want to be in a relationship then leave me the fuck alone already. But I should know by now and I keep saying this over and over again. But I should've fucking known when i know good and fucking well this is what is just the case for me.
Work work and more work. That's all I have to think about now. That's all I want to think about now. That's where all my energy will be from here on out. Fuck all the rest of it.
And fuck you for getting me here.
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