When you have $10 until your next paycheck and you spend it on wine and dog food… Priorities.
When you intend to work on your blog this evening but procrastinate by being self-involved and taking the perfect new artistic selfie for said blog… Delusional Dumbass.
Add in the perhaps-orphaned baby bunny that may need someone who has small animal bottle feeding skills… Shiny!
Here is what I know in a not-so-artistic format:
I hear I am pretty in the eyes of my friends and family. Not so much to the man I love.
I’m deemed stand-offish. Cold. Removed.
I am supposed to be doting and loving, snuggly and giving. I am supposed to need money and favors.
I am not to ever forget a gesture I thought of as genuinely sweet. Mere words of thank you and I appreciate you do not encompass the enormity of said gesture. I am to praise he who bestows it upon me with every breath I take.
My touch is equated to that of petting a dog.
Meeting friends and family, hanging out with all of whom he loves does not mean I am part of his world. (Do you hear the Little Mermaid, too??) It is all about me.
I am not to rely on my work ethic or continue with two jobs. I am to accept help. I am to rue help. I am to feel like shit when I do not accept help.
Be grateful for what you have, damn T! You’re so fucking superficial.
Now, excuse me while I snuggle my dogs. And finish this bottle of wine. Tonight I’ll pray my block dissolves completely. I think I recall being able to write more than rants and lists.
I know you feel burdened by what others think and feel. Is your heart true? Are your intentions good?