dragon_amor

Kami
2001-09-28 17:48:00 (UTC)

Sweet like Javex

Well,
its another morning in this tiny village called Antigonish
(Anti-go-nowhere). Last night was the funk band "Pocket
Dwellers" from Toronto - only here for two nights because
their van broke down. They couldn't understand why
everyone jogs here (and says ARRR a lot)^_^.

I got me thinking. I'm sick with this flu, trying to dance
and have some fun, wired for sound (MD hidden on my body
taping show), and I realize that this girl whos flirting
with me doesn't have a chance....
My mind was completely function orientated - she could be
sex but nothing more attitude. THIS ISN'T ME - THIS ISN'T
HAPPENING - WHY CAN'T I SEE AND THINK ANYMORE - BUT I KNOW
WHY...

The only culprit here is you Breezy. You and your
imagination (conscious or dreams) are the only two things
that ever had anything to do with cheating, lying,
deception, or abuse. You go ahead and look at it.
Everything I did was to help you through your shit -
meanwhile you dream of me cheating, cut and burn yourself
(and sometimes me), you kept me on constant notice (i.e.
you were prone to call literally at any time night or day
if you felt you needed it), you always picked fights, you
found a way to keep me from keeping in touch with EVERY
SINGLE ONE of my friends, spaz out in attacks regularly,
destroy my art, call me a whore, cheat on me, etc....

and then you have the nerve to tell me you want to wait a
year before talking to me again because you want re-
evaluate me as a friend?

why don't you just get a bat and beat me in the fucking
head you cruel fucking bitch. Jesus Christ.

I even tried to forgive everything, move on, and be
friends - but you just aren't capable.

Well
you always said you'd hate to be on it
I always said it was impossible
but here you are
welcome to being on my bad side
one last courtesy
you could get out of it - that much I'll tell you
but you are the one who has to do it
I tried to do the work for you, but you don't appreciate
that
so what am I looking for?
a confession and apology, and signs of your effort to bbe
civil to me on a reasonable frequency - basically signs
that ever cared in the first place.
if you can do it - fine - get on it and its done

if you can't? then fuck you....
if you can't do that then I'll definietly wish I had never
met you, liked you, loved you, tolerated you, or been in
you, been for you, etc. - If you can't then all my effort
for you was a big fucking waste of my life that I will
never forgive.

Your call




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