writing this before I rest up and get less angsty

[thehefner]

I started to write a long meandery angst post, but it just went nowhere. Goddamnit, I'm tired. Goddamnit, I'm melancholic again. I want her to talk to me again. I want her to tell me it wasn't my fault, because I know it's not but I need to hear it from her. I need her to know it herself. I can't stand the thought of her blaming me for her misery. I couldn't stand it with my father and I can't stand it with her. And maybe I don't need need it but damn it it's what I fucking want so much. But as is the way with such things, of course I will never hear it. I will never get from her the validation I want.

But on the plus side, Taco Bell brought back the Cheesy Gordita Crunch. Gorditas can't fill the emptiness inside of me. But they help.

Comments

[disc-sophist.livejournal.com]

Damn the Gorditas! The commercials promise absolute fullness. Sue their lying asses off!

p.s. I'm learning my lines, and liking the play better all the time. To quote Gneil, "It's weird, but cool. But weird. But cool."

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

That, and the fact that one Gordita just is not enough, damn it!

P.S. Good for you! I still have to learn my King John lines first. GAHHHH!