love is a poor mans food.

November 15, 2008

better off

When I hear people tell me "You are better off."
Well, I've lost a part of myself. Part of me has practically died. I will never be the same, and I will always have to deal with that. But i guess i am happier in some ways, on some levels. I suppose I am more at peace with my own faults and imperfections now.

But still, no matter who is here with me I feel like I need to talk to the one person I never will.

I don't want the subject babied. I'm ok, and will be ok. I don't need a pity party.
However, I do need respect.

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