His words are thoughtless, careless and clumsy. He unintentionally makes me feel insecure, and suddenly it's back to poking, pinching and proding. Dear God why wasn't I born skinny? Years of mending my broken confidence for nothing. In a few hurtful words it's back to feeling fat.
I'm always waiting on him, waiting for him. With him I'm always second. Second in line to everything and everyone else. Always waiting my turn for his attention, and believe me when I say I go out of my way to get his attention. I practically scream "LOOK AT ME! NOTICE ME! EVERYONE ELSE DOES WHY DON'T YOU?!" I'm not asking to actually be first as I know that will never happen, but for Christ's sake would it kill him to make me feel like I'm first?
One of these days I'm gonna realize I have nothing left. One of these days I'm gonna get tired of being second. One of these days I'm not gonna answer the phone. One of these days... but not today.
~Ams "Gee whiz officer, you must have been going awful fast to catch up with me."
Mood:
Blind.
