for me, always for me


I assume too much of people and that I put too much faith in what I delude myself to see in them never fails to disappoint me. But it cannot be their fault that they're someone else, and not who I wanted, so bad, to believe them to be. I'm so deluded. I'm so depraved.

So that, when I realize this, I'll distance myself--abruptly snatch away the warmth I freely gave, and in its place, raise up icy walls of detachment. So I confuse. So I hurt. And all the while, I suffer the knowledge of my selfishness.

Well, what of it? I'm not a good person. Oh, I'll always get around to pretending. I'm very convincing at it, actually. And sometimes--, sometimes, I'll even win myself over.

12.13.02 - 8:22 p.m.


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