Wednesday, January 26, 2011

UT13: Quandaries

I just realized that it's less
that I am really dissatisfied
and more so that I am fed up
with nothing ever being enough.
Being "right"?
That is a very difficult thing to live with -
excuse me - :
be around.
You very rarely ask how my day has been.
Or ask anything, really.
I don't believe that is giving me space.
That's just not giving a fuck
because you don't want to be
"obligated."
Fuck that.
I ask you
because I care.
Not because
I feel like I have to.

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