Hey, I remember this feeling.
You know, the one I said I wouldn't put myself through ever again?
The one that put me through long, confused hours of heartache?
The calls that remain unreturned, the questions that were never answered.
The "say one thing, do the opposite" syndrome.
The overall feeling that somehow it's okay for him to act like this, and I need to be understanding.
Fuck that.
There is absolutely no excuse for this. It takes five minutes to pick up the phone and make someone feel like maybe they're not a piece of shit.
I knew this would happen again.
You know, the one I said I wouldn't put myself through ever again?
The one that put me through long, confused hours of heartache?
The calls that remain unreturned, the questions that were never answered.
The "say one thing, do the opposite" syndrome.
The overall feeling that somehow it's okay for him to act like this, and I need to be understanding.
Fuck that.
There is absolutely no excuse for this. It takes five minutes to pick up the phone and make someone feel like maybe they're not a piece of shit.
I knew this would happen again.
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