One hour. You said it was going to be ONE. FUCKING. HOUR. I waited and waited and waited some more, tried to call your cell & never got an answer. “I’m still here,” I said, “in case you forgot to come and pick me up.” I waited more, God knows I lost count how long.
I said to myself, Fine, if you don’t come and pick me up when you say you will, you can come and pick me up at the fucking morgue! I was tempted, just a bit, to walk out into oncoming traffic, or climb over the balcony railing and jumping off. But that fall was only two stories – it might not have killed me.
So, finally you’re here. I don’t want to hear your fucking excuses. Just take me home, and get the fuck away from me.
Before I’m tempted to take myself away from you – forever.
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too Deep
I am the only one responsible for making myself happy. If I wait on other people to make me happy, I will be waiting forever. People are people, although they can sometimes do the right thing, they can also sometimes do the wrong thing. I must be able to stand on my own to feet lest I lean on someone who lets me fall.