Thursday, August 27, 2009
Day 109 - SweeTarts
You'll notice a couple things. Well, that is, you'll notice now that I've told you. You'll notice that the date stamp bears yesterdays date. You may also notice that the hosted image has the file name "Day 108". This was meant to be yesterday's bottle.
Last night I was thinking; thinking about romances, about life, about how vulnerable falling for someone feels. How being in a relationship, how asking someone to be in a relationship, takes a different kind of courage. You have to be willing to cut yourself open, show how you feel on the inside, risk ruining everything and leaving yourself psychologically scarred. I was thinking about this for a while, wrestling with myself to find the right words. I still can't find them. What is written here has not been filtered.
Trash; that's what they are. No respect. Non-caring, heartless, pathetic bags of trash. Heart-stealing, crass, soulless garbage. Insolent, insulting, infectious human waste. Liars. Black garbage bags.
They deserve better,