It’s no wonder really, that men walk away from me so quickly. I carry a huge-ass weight around with me at all times, consisting of all of my past hurts. Then, this really nice guy comes along, and I’m like, “Oh good. You can help me carry this. No... wait... you’re the man! You can carry the whole thing!” And I hand over that burden, not like he’s going to make it all better, but instead like I’m doing him a favor. “You’re welcome, asshole!”, I’m probably thinking somewhere in my subconscious. Yet somehow I feel bad if I ask a guy to put my Lippy in his pocket. Wow! I am really fucked up. I know I don’t want to carry that shit around. I would never want anyone I love to carry that shit around. Why on Earth would I ever want a virtual stranger, who saw something in my world and thought he might want to be part of it, to carry that shit around? The short answer is that I’m a stupid bitch. The long answer is that I wouldn’t. I would never want that, not in a million years...and also that I’m a stupid bitch.
No comments:
Post a Comment