
We were supposed to have a good talk today but nothing turned out right, if it wasnt for the girls and guys there i swear i would have slap the hell out of you. I was stupid to have thought that you would come and help me, I was wrong. Who are you to come and control my life, you arent my boyfriend or anything so why should i wait and pick up your call at 3am. You can go and drink till you are drunk for all you want, it doesnt concern me anymore.
Its funny how quickly you get to feeling better when you're twenty two. Sure, it was still a breakup, but it was back when a breakup was mark by sleeping in and dealing with it by listening to songs on college radio that comfort the listener with big fat warm guitars and words about hearts, and by still feeling like a misfit. Im not trying to say it was easy, Im sure i was heartbroken, but from eighteen years down the road and looking back, it seems like it was that young version of heartbreak that comes with the excitement of wondering what might be next- you stay awake nights smoking cigarettes that cant kill you yet, wondering who will be the next person to actually let you see them naked. You’re made confident by nothing more than knowing that with so many years still in front of you, it is simply bound to happen again.
You know that feeling where you need somebody so badly that it just aches and the only way to cure it is by being in the presence of that same somebody except being in their presence makes you ache too, and in the end it just feels like sometimes you just cant win?
Tonight, I feel just like that. I cant win.