He looks at you like I look at you. You've got it made. Are you sure this is what you want? Poor baby. This isn't fair to you or to them. Is wanting what I want so wrong? You don't have to explain. You're either the most manipulative sonofabitch I've ever met, or you just don't care, and I don't know which at this point. I don't even know if it matters. I care, I care about the people I love, the people who are important to me. Relax, he's just being him. He seems genuinely concerned that this is going to hurt you. Its about curiosity, and it's a good thing you aren't a cat, dear. It's not a threat. I don't know if it's a threat. Do I have a reason to feel threatened. No of course not. Is that a lie? I could be spiteful and mean right now, and say something that would damn near bring somebody to their knees. But I'll hold my tongue for their good, after all, nobody expects things like that out of me in the first place. What am I retreating from?
I didn't say most of what I just wrote, and I kinda wish I could sort it all out better. I've turned their words over in my mind so many times that they have my voice. Now I've said or done something that pissed somebody off, and they won't tell me which of the dumb things I said and did pissed them off. And is avoiding me. So yeah, as if I needed more of a reminder of what a fuckup I am.
daydreaming the days away....
