Saturday, May 16, 2009

Fucked. Up.

It's all fucked up.
Me.
Us.
And maybe him.


Mr. Right wasn't there for me; but in his defense, I didn't ask him to be.

And in my defense, I don't know how.

But, I do know, that I'm broken hearted, and a stubborn ass bitch... that's what I had to become to survive. So, unless he finds a big white horse...

it's done.
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1 comment:

Virgtastic said...

:(

I know it's tough for me to let other people "take care of me." Be that financially, emotionally, whatever. Call it my survival mechanism. Do I think I'll ever be able to let go completely? HELL NO.

It is worth doing? Who knows. I'm still trying to figure that out. I do know that it's easier for me to drop the wall one small piece at a time. It'll take a while, but it will happen.

YOU ARE NOT A BITCH for keeping that wall up. It's up for a reason. All in time. Don't beat yourself up for it though :)

May 20, 2009 at 2:55 PM

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