I was figgy before...not sure if my sad tale is even archieved anymore...
I am old and seasoned
like a good wine
and
life gets better than you ever imagined it could you are the only thing standing in its way
hard lesson to learn but one well worth it
let go holding onto all the little things making everything a war analysis of every movement, breath, text message, possible thought...all those things are pointless
we all did it why does she do this? why did he wrinkle his nose like this when he said the word maybe? who do you think she is with? I bet he thinks her perfume smells better
it's all like gnats they come to annoy the shite out of you, plague you, make you swat and react
in the end it is all a bunch of gnat noise
you don't like he gnats...move...go inside...use bug spray...don't just sit out there being pissed off and wondering why gnats have to bug you
she is crazy she is hurt she is bipolar she is wounded she is angry she is she is she is
who the smuck cares
the time you waste wondering about her and her motives could be better spent wondering what you will make for supper, brushing your teeth or watching grass grow...better spent and more productive
