be my friend? sure. nice. except for that tasteless mistrust, so hard to chew.
while feeding me horrid accusations,
i am here fighting for whats left of a family. and the worst of all, i really started it, believing in a better future. But all you suckers are just too afraid of anything that resembles presence,
sincerity, loyalty, responsibility.
Is this a rant? Probably so. Am i hurt, bitter?
Fuck yes.
"when ex lovers become strangers at war. when they can't seem to find
family friendly solutions. when all they do is hurt one another. when one won't let the other leave without paying a price. when you know so many have been here before you and still its all just a little too much, that
little bit that is pushing you
over the edge."
