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Ah, messing with the enemy.
So I put on my vintage make up and I promptly up-do my hair.
Never mind the fact that my face is bruised, my limbs are bleeding and my heart is beaten. Never mind any of that, never mind my heart.
While I walk you'll follow me. My own tracks tred the path to misery and your feet, though sizes bigger than my own, somehow perfectly fit.
So, while I look over my shoulder in angst and you manage to hide behind a telephone pole...I'll pretend
So, today would be two years together, babe. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Five months ago you left me, alone, abandoned, pregnant and scared. I was heart broken, I didn't know if I would make it or not. I ended up in the hospital two nights after you left me because of stress and early labor. I was so sick, and you didn't come. For some reason, I was still convinced you loved me, but you were having issues of your own.
Five months. Five FUCKING months have gone by, and you are just
I've wrote this a while back, some of your read it, and with all the things going on lately I thought people might be able to use it again...
Nothing compares to that substance in your own mind. Keep yourself under control, breath and relax, and look yourself in the mirror. You’ll see the beauty, you’ll realize the point of the game.
When you have tears on your face and you feel like you can’t take anymore, just get in the shower. Sing to yourself. Do something to occupy your mind.
While I fly down the interstate with my left hand out the window, my Winston burnin' down quickly in the wind, and my mind on everything except the road...I am not thinking about you. I go around this turn, probably about thirty miles an hour too fast. I'm used to it, I've driven this drive many a time. While the yellow lines in the center of the pavement blur in and out of my vision, I think about how nice intoxicating pleasantries are. I'm not anywhere near being part of those, lately. I, of course,