Caterwauling

Editor’s note: This is the third installment of an occasional series of stuff that’s clogging my mind and I don’t have the ability and/or the balls to direct it to its intended recipient. See here and here for other historical hysteria.

• There are times when you frustrate the living shit out of me. And the only thing that keeps me from bopping you upside the head every time you’ve gotten me completely mystified is the undeniable fact that there is something about you that intrigues me.
• Go. AWAY. Seriously, bye. Do I need to send an engraved thank fuck-you card?
• God, I wish I knew how to read you sometimes. I don’t know how to (re)act so I just don’t at all.
• The amount of time I spend thinking about you is unnatural.
• I suggest you go to the U.S. Patent & Trademark Office and secure “half-assed apology^TM” and “I’m sorry, BUT^TM” for your exclusive, repetitious use. Oh, heh, too late — you already did.
• You would have been so good to me. And I treated you like you didn’t even exist. I feel bad for anything I did (or, more likely, that I didn’t do) that hurt you. I feel even worse that I couldn’t feel anything for you, because I really wanted to.
• I don’t feel safe knowing you’re out there.
• You inspire me.
• I hate you for walking away from me. If you disagreed with the path I was on, for God’s sake, why didn’t you fight harder for me? You told the world you missed me but then you silently walked away from me when I approached you on the street. You taught me my trick of people who’ve exhausted me becoming dead to me. Because I know I’m dead to you. And the feeling is mutual … now. By the by, I’m so glad you’re back in the old hometown again after some time away while I have moved on and am not going back. You can have the memories, and believe me, I know you won’t forget a thing.
• I miss you.

That’s all for this installment. 😉 Thanks for listening.

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