it sucks to get hurt
today(well, yesterday now... and who knows how many days ago by the time you read this)
i got hurt
not physically
(well, i'm not counting when i tripped myself up with a blanket)
but personally
and it sucks
it makes me want to go and say:
'hey, did you forget about me or something?'
it makes me want to run and cry because it seems to happen far too often to be a coincidence
it makes me want to go away where i might actually be used (in the good sense) by people who really need me
it makes me want to stay and stick it by being the awesomest me i can be
it makes me want to stay and forget it ever happened
i can't do it all
that's something i have learned
that's probably what got me to the place where i've got to type this post in the first place
but man it sucks
and the worst part?
the offender likely has no clue how much i'm hurt
or that the role of offender is theirs
at least that's the way i see it
should i care so much?
no
but for right now, it just stings
consider yourself stung Donna...
pull out the blasted stinger, and just move on
posted by olivepeople @ 11:54 PM
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