The Land of Say It.
Feb. 6th, 2007 09:41 pm(no, this post has nothing to do with Studio 60; I just like the way it sounds)
I don't like The Land of Say It. I've been there once and it wasn't fun. I don't want to go there again. I just...don't. Especially when there is a 99% chance of the exact same thing happening again. Well, maybe not exactly the same thing, because he's not as stupid as Victor was (is...?), but it'd still have the same end result. And it is slow torture, let me tell you. How many times have I told myself that I must put an end to it, that I was washing my hands of him, that'd it'd stop soon if only I avoided him and stopped talking to him completely? But it hasn't worked, none of it. It just gets worse and worse every day, the rips and tears in my heart growing bigger and bigger every time he doesn't say hello, and every time I see him talking to other, much more attractive girls than me. And my hopes grow to ridiculous sizes every time he says a kind word, or he looks at me, or gives me any amount of attention whatsoever, only to have said hopes crushed completely in his long-fingered, capable hands.
And you know what the worst part about all of this is? The same thing has been happening to me for the past six years in a row. Six years I've been putting myself through this bullshit! Can't I ever have a fucking BREAK?!?!
I don't like The Land of Say It. I've been there once and it wasn't fun. I don't want to go there again. I just...don't. Especially when there is a 99% chance of the exact same thing happening again. Well, maybe not exactly the same thing, because he's not as stupid as Victor was (is...?), but it'd still have the same end result. And it is slow torture, let me tell you. How many times have I told myself that I must put an end to it, that I was washing my hands of him, that'd it'd stop soon if only I avoided him and stopped talking to him completely? But it hasn't worked, none of it. It just gets worse and worse every day, the rips and tears in my heart growing bigger and bigger every time he doesn't say hello, and every time I see him talking to other, much more attractive girls than me. And my hopes grow to ridiculous sizes every time he says a kind word, or he looks at me, or gives me any amount of attention whatsoever, only to have said hopes crushed completely in his long-fingered, capable hands.
And you know what the worst part about all of this is? The same thing has been happening to me for the past six years in a row. Six years I've been putting myself through this bullshit! Can't I ever have a fucking BREAK?!?!
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