looselipped

So yes. I just made the most delicious dinner with mollopallo. Accompaniened of course by a full bottle of wine. nummers.

I am not going to say that I'm not disappointed. Cause I really really am. It is making me quite peeved, in all honesty.

I write confusing posts. Whatever. Nobody reads this. And I know what I'm talking about.

So how come I'm never quite good enough. Never enough. That is frustrating.

And I can maybe acccept that. But don't pretend I am. Don't say I'm what you want and then... whatever. I'm not.

I'm not. I know.

But for a moment I beleived I could be for you. That we were pieces broken enough to fit together. That somehow we were complete, if only for that moment.

maybebecausei'mnotformostineedtobeforsomeone.

I have to fit somewhere.

I am not asking you to be my cure, my remedy. I am simply hoping that I am for someone.

it's ok that it isn't you.


I wish it was ok for me to cry. Or be angry. Or be anything other than....sweet. I swear if I am called that one more time I will hurt something. I'm not. Your calling me such just screams of how much you don't know me, don't know my life. Sorry to burst your bubble.

You want honesty? Ask for it. But don't ask unless you want truth. And it's true - it isn't always pretty.