July 5, 2011

til the divorce do they part

dear bother me much diary,

when my feelings get hurt- i have this big marquis sign on my forehead that lights up and has a scrolling message, "my feelings are hurt...my feelings are hurt...my feelings are hurt..." ima big cry baby and i run my mouth. not this time, i concede defeat. this issue that i am internalizing now meant more to me than i can even describe and not running my mouth is hard as fuck because it ain't stupid like the hero stuff. with twice as long invested in this, keeping my mouth shut is hard as shit. once again the bottle wins and it has beat me before, but it was the brutal brutal truth of being chosen over a true whore.