The History: Calling

The History: I woke today, feeling discarded and unwanted by everyone in my life. I reach out to them and they take a step back. Apparently I will never be happy....And as I type this, you looked at me like you cared at all for the first time all day.

The History: He talks to me any which way he pleases. I have accepted the indiscretions, in addition to his displaced and covert professions of love. He is higher on the food chain and I am not afraid to point out his weakness. He is wholly unreliable and hates that I know, or so it seems. He is quick to anger, the closest external contact I've had with sociopathic tendencies. He lies for his own preservation, he ignores risk factors, he disregards others' experiences.
I struggle with some of the same issues. I identify them within me and work to change them. He has influenced me to be a better person so as not to end up alone as he has, comparing strangers to people of his past and allowing his bias to control every interaction. Sad from someone who's had such a long time to get it together. I sense, regret.

The History: Today, preferably.

The History: Weak, insignificant men playing games they'll never win. They dream of importance, of status, of fast cars.

The History: Tears speak when the heart cannot

The History: Better love by Hozier

The History: I made conscessions for your preference and you never got out of bed. You slept until you were late for work and I tried to pretend I didn't exist.

The History: The hail echoed your name. I wanted you to come home but home for you isn't the same.

The History: Fumbling my way through this world, stressed 98.7% of the time.

The History: Is it possible to distance yourself, from yourself? I'd like to sometimes, and sometimes I do unintentionally.

The History: "It's is noteworthy that this Godhood thus extends only to your own Self, not to the selves of others (though a clever God may certainly influence them.)"

The History: Golden or wrought-iron? The gates that await you are foretold with a simple word, "Behold" and you create the rest.

The History: I am constantly questioning whether these are accidents or intentional acts. There are two realities now, the one in which I don't turn to call you out, and the one where I do and you make me feel crazy.

The History: Go ask Alice if she regrets her choices in wonderland, and she'll probably say no.

The History: I am tired existing in this world with others.

The History: I want to dead

The History: Honesty is the best policy.

The History: When I felt your gaze you walked away and I mustered an acknowledgement and you responded but kept on your way. What were you thinking?

The History: Is..a lot.

The History: I have come to the conclusion that loyalty does not exist. The word friend is now synonymous with stranger in my book.

The History: You put me second. You put me last, asked me if you could grab my *** and all I did was question my worth.

The History: The day brought me to a memorial garden with Fairchild Oaks draped in Spanish Moss.   I watched as a group of 12 cleared the tree for more dead ground. I decided when I'm reborn next, I'll call my name Mori.

The History: I'm the dog that waits over zealous by the door, ready to pull the leash and gag itself. Simple dreams, I suppose but you forgot to take me out.