don't care anymore.
i'm done. for reallys..
i wish there was a nice transition to me living in an apartment in some city elsewhere.. a peaceful ambiance illuminates the scene.
but the fact of the matter is that i still love him. i can't even relish in the fact that he was an asshole because i love him in spite of all that happened. it's a strange mix of hope and masochism.
i'll never be my mother, but that doesn't change the rest of the cast.
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