Tuesday, September 26, 2006

So that didn't take long...

Fraudulent. Stupid. Foolish. Like I have no right.

Hope...are you serious? I feel like any little ounce of hope I might have is some sort of foolish dream.

Who do I think I am to believe in that nonsense? Haven't I learned my lesson by now?

Guess it's going to take more than cute bedding...

5 comments:

whatthef*ck said...

ouch, ouch, ouch. i used to have a therapist that would say, "well you just smacked yourself all over the room." is it possible to try to be kind to that part of you that is hopeful? or maybe you just needed to give her (that hopeful part of you) a swift kick in the ass and say "you dumbass you got me into to this f*ckin mess in the first place."

ride it out, sister, ride it out.

damn that that pesky hope. it just grows back like a weed out of a crack in concrete.

R said...

Like I said, when you don't have hope, or it's too painful a thing to have, I'll have it for you. I have it for you today, friend.

Erin said...

People come to my blog and say, Erin, I come here all the time, I just never know what to say, so I don't comment. And I think to myself, "Well that's so silly, I don't know why my words would leave you speechless!"

Then I come here and know what they mean.

Lorem ipsum said...

You do too have the right. You have the right to whatever you feel and whatever you want. Even when it changes.

Yes, it's going to take more than cute bedding. It's going to take time and introspection. And belief that it's not nonsense.

Like R said, I'll have it for you.

Sweet Coalminer said...

Hope floats.