I tried to reach out tonight. Backfire.
I have finally learned about these past few attempts that I not allowed to voice my feelings. My concerns and emotions are not to be discussed. I am to keep all emotions to myself. I'm doomed to internal turmoil.
I have finally learned, that I cannot do anything right. That anything I say or do shall be held against me. Because I will never be her. Because I am not her. Because he is not over her.
He says that he wants to be happy. He says that he wants love. But he doesn't mean in general and he certainly doesn't mean with me. He means one person specifically. He says these things in regards to her, but wants everyone else to think it's not.
He tries to portray himself so bold. brash. strong. But in fact he's a coward. He's spineless. He's helpless.
She is the puppet master, and he will forever be her puppet. And what am I? That's the magical question.
What am I?
A rebound perhaps? A temporary distraction? That might even be giving me too much credit. I doubt that I'm even hardly that.
A convenient inconvenience.
Yes. That's it.
9:55 p.m. - 2010-04-14
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