05.26.09
whaaaat a sucker
earson:
eyeson:
thoughton:
i SAID to myself just before, i said it. 'you know he's just using you and this is pure fuckery, right?' i knew this, didn't i? there was no question that i was betraying my own instincts with you. WHY do i get myself mixed up with these people who beg at the table like dogs for affection and then shit on your bed the next minute.
because i'm a sucker, i'm a sucker. i give it up too easily, i can't look away from their eyes when they're quietly whimpering and i allow this to happen.
holy shit, shouldn't i know the pattern by now? you get what you want and you stop talking to me.
BY THE WAY, YOU WERE LYING WHEN YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T DRUNK!! YOU ASSHOLE!
written at 2:03 a.m.
