And Gravity Wants To Bring Me Down

Listening to the jolly buzz of the TV downstairs just leaves me feeling empty.

Time and again, how to not feel cast aside? The book explains it, but I still don't get it. Or maybe, the way things unfold don't leave me room to be generous and accepting as I must be. Hence I fight the idea, when perhaps I am only fighting the way you handled the matter.

And now I feel like the biggest dunce that ever lived, the number of question marks balancing atop my head just astounding. I am indignant, and I am also angry. I wasn't, but the phone conversation just made me feel it again.

Because goodness knows I feel unwanted, misunderstood, shut up. And goodness knows at this point, you don't give a shit.