The Endless Question
I live in a special little hell. My reward for breaking too many hearts. It wasn't fun and games. For me it was never fun and games. Why dominates my life. I can't settle for love. I want to know why. It is not fun when you can't get over that. What does she know? Why did she turn the music on me? It kills me to listen, but I listen anyway. It is all I have. That and this damn blog. How can I give up on my blog? I want it to mean something. Not paragraph after paragraph of mindless drivel. I write sentences because that is what it is. A sentence, my special little hell. Maybe I can reach the next guy. If I am here to build a wall, lets build a wall. Sentence after sentence. Maybe in the end it will mean something. I am not here to complain. Don't get me wrong. I appreciate what I have been given. Even if it is not what I wanted. Well maybe I need this. Maybe someone else needs it too. Her whole live must revolve around saving me from myself. God what a tragedy. I feel h...