I dated a girl who emotionally abused me for months and when I finally split things off I cried everyday for a couple months.
I split things off with a girl who I loved with all my heart, I continue to believe I would cross oceans for her, yet I have not cried.
I'm an oxymoron, a lesson in irony.
I'm an upbeat jazz number, played in a minor chord.
I feel the world for those around me,
and only bitter disdain for myself.
I'm attractive, I've got a strong jaw line,
and a nose most guys would **** for.
I dress better than the guys I run with,
and my hair does exactly what I want it to.
I read French existentialist authors
and consider myself well versed in modern jazz.
I've got a steady job, and I've never been late once.
When I think about who I am,
and the jealousy I feel towards the happiness I am not providing you,
I get sick to my stomach.
All I've ever wanted is for you to be happy and you appear to be so and I'm upset because I'm a jealous ***** of a man who has the emotional capacity of a child longing for his mother's teet.
I don't know why I feel the way I do but I'm out of *** and I have to deal with how I'm feeling and that will be a first.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
I dated a girl who emotionally abused me for months and when I finally split things off I cried everyday for a couple months.
I split things off with a girl who I loved with all my heart, I continue to believe I would cross oceans for her, yet I have not cried.
I'm an oxymoron, a lesson in irony.
I'm an upbeat jazz number, played in a minor chord.
I feel the world for those around me,
and only bitter disdain for myself.
I'm attractive, I've got a strong jaw line,
and a nose most guys would **** for.
I dress better than the guys I run with,
and my hair does exactly what I want it to.
I read French existentialist authors
and consider myself well versed in modern jazz.
I've got a steady job, and I've never been late once.
When I think about who I am,
and the jealousy I feel towards the happiness I am not providing you,
I get sick to my stomach.
All I've ever wanted is for you to be happy and you appear to be so and I'm upset because I'm a jealous ***** of a man who has the emotional capacity of a child longing for his mother's teet.
I don't know why I feel the way I do but I'm out of *** and I have to deal with how I'm feeling and that will be a first.
