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Monday, January 02, 2006

a bitter post, a confused and utterly female post.


I've Come To Expect It From You - George Strait


So upset, a nervous wreck, can't believe you said goodbye.
Sit and smoke, cry and joke about these tears in my eyes.
How could you do what you've gone and done to me?
I wouldn't treat a dog the way you treated me,
But that's what I get, I've come to expect it from you.

A million times, a million lines, and I bought 'em, every one.
You don't care, you rip and tear every dream I've counted on.
I guess that I should thank my unlucky stars
That I'm alive and you're the way you are,
But that's what I get, I've come to expect it from you.

How could you do what you've gone and done to me?
I wouldn't treat a dog the way you treated me,
But that's what I get, I've come to expect it from you.

I could raise hell, but what the hell
It wouldn't do a bit of good.
Pack and leave, my heart agrees; it seems to think that I should.
There won't be no more next time doin' me wrong.
You'll come back this time to find out that I'm gone,
But that's what you get, you should expect that from me.

That's what I get, I've come to expect it from you.


It's what I get, perhaps bad karma in a previous life is what forces this on me now. I'm confused and yes, hurting once more though I feel pathetic to admit it. I feel like crying all the time. I'm going to the gym again and possibly working harder causing more stress to my body than maybe I would normally, just to tire myself out. So I'll sleep, not think. Not dream.

I've even taken to visiting with "Henri" to take my mind off things. Thats great isn't it? Visit a little battery operated male named stub in order to take my mind off of a perfectly good looking seemingly sweet hetero man.

*sigh,*

Dreams are not restfull things. Neither is self-doubt. I try not to and can't help but do it, am I too fat? Too short? Is my hair too long? Too short? Too red? Too curly? not curly enough? Am I being too hard my self? not hard enough? Should I do this, or that...fuck! Anger and confusion, it's not fair, and I'm starting to feel like none of it is worth it. Like I'm not worth it, and how pathetic is that? when you can think of nothing more important than yourself? Boo...well fuck me sideways with ...with....a giant spiny thing.




Fae



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