Monday, July 28, 2014

IT happened...

Well... it happened. You dreaded it for 3 1/2 years. Now she's gone.

And you are lost.

You are doing good at faking it. As usual. It's actually hilarious to you in a sick sort of way because nobody knows how messed up you are inside. Everybody hugs you and says you are strong and an inspiration. When all you can do is... well, Blind Melon said it best:

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane

I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made

And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
Its not's not sane.

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