Anonymous

A Story a Day
2004-12-12 19:09:17 (UTC)

motivators like a bitch

1:54pm
we have our reasons. improving ourselves. women are a hell of a dumb
reason. but it's mostly all i have. the hope that one day you will hit some
kind of beautiful plateau and everyone who ever doubted you, everyone who
ever passed you over will suddenly see the err of their ways. but that's no
how the world works. everything works on first impressions. and no one
cares what you've done, or how good you look. they only care about how you
make them feel about themselves.

these are realizations i've known all along but never gave in to. i'm powerless
against them. powerless.

as far as i've gone to reconnect to this woman. to pull a friend out of fucking
thin air, the passion she felt for the lie will never be matched in the true man.
so what am i left with? friendship. half-assed friendship. i might see her
when she comes back to new york. i might alk to her once every few months.
her focus is elsewhere.

i was right. i did wait too long. for what, i'll never know, because even if i
hadn't waited too long there'd be no future anyway. my situations are no win
situations. and i hate falling for a no win situation.




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