Jul 18, 2002
revenge of a mortal hand
Love, art thou sweet? Then bitter death, must be:
Love, thou art bitter, sweet is death to me,
O love, if death be sweeter, let me die.
[Tennyson's Lancelot and Elaine]
i should just give up all of my opinions, ideas, thoughts, beliefs, everything. no matter what i choose to think, i'm the subject of ridicule and i have to hear people telling me how wrong i am. maybe there will come a day of judgment when i have to explain my life, but that day is not today and you are not st. peter. you have no more of a clue than i do. your faith does not make you right or better. it takes just as much faith to call out something as a lie as it does to call it truth. some days i just don't like people. the people who laugh at me for having a blogger but yet continue to read it daily. the people who claim to have an open mind but have a list of exceptions bigger than their ego. "i can accept everything, except for..." the people who have so much misplaced anger. the people who continue to make the same mistakes because they find comfort in failure. the people who can't seem to stop yelling. the people who pretend that they own me. who interrogate. who scream. who judge. who control. who destroy. the people who will scream at you until you cry. who will threaten to break down the door. who will then offer an apology and an empty promise that it will never happen again. a week later its the same thing. "but i stick it all out for i cannot change the chance that made me." i'm too young to be bitter. isn't this supposed to be a time for optimism? let me stop trying to play the role of the victim (let us all stop). i'm the one with the knife in my hand. (that made sense to no one) i'm the one who cant seem to move on. (i'm going to have to answer to someone for that one.) i'm the one complaining. (i dont blame you for laughing, i am a joke.) i'm too dramatic. (i should just give up now.) i'm the one rambling. i'm the idiot. you're the sane one.
posted by sarah 11:05 AM
