Its quite amazing how you could stand there yelling at me and I could nod agreeing. Because I do agree. It's not the way you said it, its what you said and the truth is always inevitable.
I am not smart. I don't know how to cook like you do. I don't know how to clean like you do. I waste my life sleeping away. I don't have friends. All of which are true. The biggest truth so far is I'm not going to be anything in the future, just another lady wasting away in a beaten down apartment somewhere forgotten about. A bitter old women rotting away in a place that people don't seem to know. If I'm nothing now and I'll be nothing then then what's the point if actually living?
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Everything I didn't say
ПоэзияThings I wanted to say but never had a good chance to voice them.
