Monday, March 08, 2004

Why me? Why is it always when I let the fence down, let the crack in the armor, and think - just for a brief second - that maybe this time..... That's when it comes..... Those words..... Those awful words..... "but we can still be friends".

Why do I let myself go through it? Why not just be done with it all. What is it that makes me let someone get past my personal firewall only to have them decide once they are in that I am only sidekick material? I'm starting to think that when my mother was giving birth that she focused on that Munch painting.