Hung up like a loser
April 24, 2007It's fun to know that everything has not died down completely and I'm pretty happy and ironically melancholic about the situation. Sometimes, I wonder, what it would be like if we were still together, living the dreams that we had once planned under the ocassional fireworks of that party virtually next door. I'd laugh at the idea with it's potential absurdity then cry a bit since I dont actually think that I've gotten over you, Or at least that quaint idea of you being the purrrrfect guy who'd save me from bad habits and bad breaks and give me new experiences and new tastes.
Sometimes, I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of me too. Sometimes, I wish you would and sometimes, I wish that I could just completely forget you and erase you from my past, just like how you did with me, with the least bit of effort too. Sometimes, I pour myself out to the people who would actually listen and sometimes, I scream my lungs out to the more willing walls who could never criticize me for loving you too much than I should. It's almost funny, really, how you've made a fool of me. How you've temporarily made me crazy and sane in simultaneous bouts of eerie tantrums and incoherent babbles. Funny really, I forget to laugh sometimes.
It's a sick sad world we're living in I tell ya. It's fucking sick.
