I get that you don’t want to face reality. But the days to my reality are ticking by way too quickly. Soon I’ll be on my own with nothing to do and no where to go but I’m staying here for you. I stay and I hope and I pray that you’ll hit reality too some time. Only, you do whatever you need to not to. And what does that say for me? That I’m being stupid for staying? She asked “will you tell them eventually or never” and the answer might as well have been the same. You think if you don’t tell them we’ll be together longer but you seem to miss that I wont be here anymore. This is my reality. I can’t depend on your fantasy world.
Posted on Sunday April 4th
About me
This is where you get to look through the keyhole and spy on, what I call, my life. It's rather entertaining considering my cynicism is coated with sarcasm and my positivity is coated with inadequacy. "Oh, what a tangled web we weave".
