it's harder than you know.
10/27/2004 01:23 a.m.

i am so tired of being a fucking convenience. "i'm just so busy," resonates throughout me, echoing in every concave, every shadow of my aching body. as if everything i do isn't already enough. it's just he's "so busy!" you know, doing those things that really matter. like hanging out with my ex-best friend nearly four times the amount he sees me. and i'm not complaining! god knows he's "so busy!" he just can't fit me in! and i completely understand. but, why does he insist on having a girlfriend if the only time he wants to see her is in the darkness of theatre or the solidtude of his basement? what i want to know is: what is he hiding from? and why is he so goddamn ashamed?


I am currently Hurt
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