i literally don’t have what it takes to be enough for him. and i never can. i did this to myself. why do dirty everything beyond the point of contentment? i did it. i made this happen. right now i’m just a convenient warm thing that can give him half of what he wants, where will i be when i’m not that anymore? just another couple of jokes, but i can’t be more than that. could i live knowing that i’m not all it takes for ___ to _____? it’ll just get worse as i get older, i know that.
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January 7, 2011 at 5:48 am |
We all get worse if we let it grow older. Then we are at last crazy – our eternal cash-back reward for a lifetime of loyal patronage to lunacy.