it's mildly saddening (and i swear that was not an exagerration..cue roll eyes) when people you've come to cherish and uphold in the highest regard become an utter waste of time and space in your ship of friends. It's like this one sailor has decided to defect just to be different (read: to be center of attention) and decides to rope in an unwitting member to fall prey in becoming, ultimately, the villain of the sea (without proper cause and effect). childish. farqin childish. farg.
I am what i am and what i am is what i am...so go get your own boat if it's giving you the shits. And whilst you're about it, take those other two-faced wheezebag-asswipes with you. There. Enough to start up your own bandwagon complete with the shit-stirrers and wipe-ups. All ready to go. SO GO ALREADY. farq.
Well then, the sails are off, the boat is adrift and this is one pirate who has played the role to the end. stump leg and all. acting like an ughly motherchorte, but who gives a damn really.
The sinking feeling is worse than actually being at the bottom. The reality of knowing that I was so easily set adrift and then blamed for keeping afloat sux. But nothing hurts more than the knowledge that you were sailing solo all along. I want to be elsewhere, warm and snug, loved and hugged. I want out now. the clock ticks. I have fallen into destiny's folds.
Either letting go is easy, or I've one too many rash decisions tonight that have in turn made a fool out of me.
Hitting back the hurt ball seems so much easier to do, so here's one for my side.
farq.
you.
