I guess it can’t really end until you’re ready to let go. As in, you’re not still pining or reminiscing or fantasising… Until those good memories are only that and not an urge to make some more… Otherwise you are still pretty much in the thick of things despite your denial and determination to move on.
As much as I wanna just be over this Shorty saga, truth is that the disgust has returned to just being good ol typical mistrust-fueled con-fuss-ion.
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore/ I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore/ And when do you think that it will all become clear/ Coz I’m being taken over by The Fear…
The very day after I wrote my last blog, Shorty again failed to return my stuff even though I had expressly reminded him and he had expressly committed to doing so. But I guess what did I expect, nigga BEEN flakey! That was what I thought to my myself as he pitched up empty-handed on yet another occasion. … continue reading this entry.
365 Days... and even Beyond... 