And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Monday, May 12
You know, I'm not actually angry.
I'm just upset at being treated like insignificant crap by good friends. I'm not the antagonist, I'm just a bystander. But anger is strangely redirected at me.
Stop swatting me off like I'm a fly.
I can walk away myself. At least in a dignified way.