Well...I don't really know, internet.
I know that I don't like it. But I know that I feel relieved. SO RELIEVED. Maybe because I wasn't the one who did it. I find that I like it better that way. Because then I can play wounded. And then I feel relieved because the elephant in the room has moved on. And I can sleep. But, I don't like being the cold-hearted one. Because, well, I don't believe I AM cold-hearted. I just believe that I am a pussy. And I can't say things when I know they will destroy people. So I wait for them to try and destroy me. And then I feel sweet relief.
Anyone else (thinking about champagne)?
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