The whole, "We need some time apart; it's just too draining. Maybe in a few years we can see how much you are and where we want to go from there."
Figures. Always running the show, always giving me a hard time, lifting me up just to slam me down, whooping my *** while I'm sprawled out like roadkill.
(Though it's so hard to turn away...)
The lies are told to desperate ears, making the pickings ever sweeter.
Thanks for the pick-me-up! Now where's the put-me-back-down? When do we plummet way past our infamous goals to the deeply imagined? More than a fair share of fun for the measly price of living!
Too many goodnights haunted by negativity, when sleep is better than anxiety.
(The real test is when it decides to show its face again...)
Bah, that won't be for a while, at least until I've made a name for myself in some... other way.
Once the mirror shows beneath the tailored suede suit; then we'll see who separates the lazy from the dead.
I wonder if there will be a day when I can wake up, sure that there will be no more condescendence from my craft.