My friends have been telling me, but now I see it, I'm like a lizard or a bird in the claws of a cat. I'm batted around and coddled, injured but not dead, just messed up enough so I can't get away, but left with enough fight to flop around and give the cat whatever sick pleasure it desires.
Two weeks ago 'the cat' and I had a talk, what works and what doesn't. Two weeks and nothing has changed. Two weeks and she's up to the same old shit. I'm not sad. I'm not angry or hurt, I'm just over it. Resigned. It's time for the injured bird to fly away.
Two weeks ago 'the cat' and I had a talk, what works and what doesn't. Two weeks and nothing has changed. Two weeks and she's up to the same old shit. I'm not sad. I'm not angry or hurt, I'm just over it. Resigned. It's time for the injured bird to fly away.
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frankly:
oh god, i hear you. went to new york. 4 fantastic days. well.... didn't see anything. no music, no art, nothing i would usually do. just drinking. lots of it, sex, more than lots of it, and a bit of food. and then, last night, a fight. a misunderstanding. was just one off weekend. oh, my bloody, wounded heart. i never fall for that shit. what was wrong with me? i guess i too am a lizard, and the cat spat me out. now i'm here, in my small town. hating it. and hating my missed opportunities, all wasted because of spending time with someone who was taking advantage of me. didn't shoot the set. couldn't tear myself away. so fucking unlike me!!!
charlize:
That's sad. I am sorry sweetie! I hope you feel better. That sounds like no fun at all! Relationships suck. I often keep myself from having them because heartache is the worst pain a person can endure. And is it worth it? I ask that all the time. Is it worth it?