I think sometimes I need to realize that I can't have everything my way.
And that maybe if I tell someone I don't want to talk, I should expect they'll believe me, and not do what I would, i.e. probe until feelings come out.
And maybe I shouldn't ask for the truth if I don't want to hear it; I always remember going to Grabba's, 2 years ago, just after Tweetie died, in the full expectation that John would hurt my feelings about it, but I still went, and he did. Why did I go? Maybe I hoped he wouldn't. Maybe I had too much faith.
And sometimes e-cards just don't make it all go away.
But right now, I haven't felt this worthless in a long time.
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Listenin' to
Thinkin' about
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