Fred Durst couldn’t have said it better.
Looks like I’m gonna do everything myself
Maybe I could use some help but hell,
You want something done right, you gotta do it yourself
Maybe life is up and down but my life’s been (what?)
Till now I crawled up your butt from hell and that’s when things got turned around
I used to be alive
Now I feel pathetic and now I get it
What’s done is done you just leave it alone and don’t regret it
But sometimes, some things turn into dumb things
And that’s when you put your foot down.
Why did I have to go and meet somebody like you? (like you)
Why do you have to go and hurt somebody like me? (like me)
How could you do somebody like that
Depending on you is done, giving to you is done
No more eating, no sleeping, no living, it’s all just more giving to you and I’m done
Meryl Streep said in her now, so well known, speech, that her dear friend Princess Leia once told her..”Take your broken heart. Make it into art”
Writing my blog is just that. It’s a form of art right? It’s the creative expression of my feelings on blank piece of….screen.
And yet you judge me. Break me down for doing something for myself. Telling me EVERYBODY thinks it’s so lame and I look like a fool. What is the difference between people writing online articles, people writing poems, stories or music. What is the difference then between me writing my feelings, or me painting my feelings? Oh..yeah right. Your ego.
Well…fuck them. And fuck you too.
There is too much damage and hurt. No more. No more screaming at me. No more threats. No more nearly killing me. No more lies from you. No more manipulation. No more abuse of any kind. I’m a victim. And I’m acting like it too, and thats half the problem right there, so no more. You had the keys to my heart and you just trampled all over it, damaged it and threw it back in my face.
You do not know Love.
You never really will.