I’m feeling particularly pitiful this evening. I’ve gone out of my way… not figuratively. It’s been decided that I cannot do it much longer, although it’s still being asked of me.
An aching sadness is consuming the air surrounding me. I do know that I want a partner for life… at some point. I do not want marriage or children. I just want to share this fucked up life with someone. And, the most I’ll ever ask is the same effort be given that I put forth.
That doesn’t seem like too much to ask, but I’ve failed again in spotting it. Correction… I’m failing. I’m failing slowly. It’s like turning on the shower too hot, and not having the means to move from it’s burning spray.
I’m just standing here in hot fucking water, and I am melting.
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