walking tall against the rain.

this week, i learned what my weakness was.

when you were down, i always picked you up. why didn't i recognize that everything was never fine? i'm kicking myself that i shared spit with you. so fuck yourself, and fuck this bleeding heart of mine. the rides over. did you enjoy yourself? the ride's over, fare thee well, not on my time.

i cannot find truer words at this time. imagine that feeling you would get when you figure out that everything meant much much more to you than it did to him. whether it be a year ago. or this exact moment. imagine being the one who saw the world in his eyes. yet he stopped looking into your eyes and really seeing. imagine being someones best friend, knowing them inside and out for a decent amount of time and loving even the most miniscule details...then realizing after approximately the first 12 minutes of being face to face again, they are a complete stranger now. straight up?that sucks. moving right along though. cause i gotta. again.

this week i learned what my weakness was. yet i will never fall victim to it so easily again. because for a second there, i really thought we had somethin' good goin. and i was fooled. duh.


ps. the only good thing that came out of this is that, hey, i got revenge on that raving maniac 12 year old slut. ladies is pimps too, go on brush ya shoulders off. stab me in the front next time ya little twat.