Hyperventilation and tears
Apr. 13th, 2009 10:49 pmFirst my brother and now my sister.
There has to be something about me.
It's got to be me that does it.
There's got to be something I do, that I don't realize, that pushes people away.
First my brother abandons me.
Now my sister.
My sister, who is like my mirror image. We're not identical; we're far to different for that. But we're extremely similar at the same time. We complement each other. Without the one, you can't fully see the other. We complete each other. We're each other's non-romantic soulmate.
I can't see straight right now, due to tears. My nose is so clogged, and my throat is tight. I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to throw the phone.
More than anything else, I want her to pick the damn phone up.
First Kip, now Nissa.
I can't handle much more.
I need my brother.
I need my sister.
And I don't know why they've decided to abandon me.
But I NEED them.
Why aren't they here? They promised they'd always be here for me. They promised.
They promised.
And I trusted them.
The jokes on me.
Because they didn't keep their promises.
And I'm here alone.
I just hope I have enough kleenex to get me through the night.
There has to be something about me.
It's got to be me that does it.
There's got to be something I do, that I don't realize, that pushes people away.
First my brother abandons me.
Now my sister.
My sister, who is like my mirror image. We're not identical; we're far to different for that. But we're extremely similar at the same time. We complement each other. Without the one, you can't fully see the other. We complete each other. We're each other's non-romantic soulmate.
I can't see straight right now, due to tears. My nose is so clogged, and my throat is tight. I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to throw the phone.
More than anything else, I want her to pick the damn phone up.
First Kip, now Nissa.
I can't handle much more.
I need my brother.
I need my sister.
And I don't know why they've decided to abandon me.
But I NEED them.
Why aren't they here? They promised they'd always be here for me. They promised.
They promised.
And I trusted them.
The jokes on me.
Because they didn't keep their promises.
And I'm here alone.
I just hope I have enough kleenex to get me through the night.