Do you know how it feels like to be treated differently from everybody else?
I've been thinking about that lately. I've always been going out with women who never treated me like they used to treat their boyfriends. I know I've always been the sub-standard boyfriend, the backup-plan, the guy you can actually impose any kind of condition upon.
It got real bad today. I was drunk - really drunk - and I said something truly horrible to one of my ex girlfriends, because I had been thinking about what she did to me. The bad thing is that I know exactly - at a millionth of cm square precision - where and when to place that comment that really hurts.
However, I regret now. Why am I so weak?
I wonder.
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