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By Isabella Svenska Submitted by Isabella Svenska Date: 2003 Nov 09 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.09.22.02.24145]] |
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Why should I have thought for even a moment that you could choose to behave less than bipolar. You're caustic. You're viral. You're a plague on my house. You're a drain. Your indignant outlook on life and your false apathy toward others is a valiant attempt to chase away people who genuinely care for you. Treading lightly around you has become a heavy burden and a cross I am no longer willing to bear. Each conversation with you has gone from light and refreshing to burdensome and pugilistic. You were once a caring lover. Now, you're just a liability to explain to friends and family. Your soul is corrupt. You're raw with brittle edges whose roughness used to intrigue me. Now, you just exhaust me. Emotionally bankrupt was a term created just for you. Your double standards and rules you've created for your life are egregious. I could even suggest the chip on your shoulder actually resides in the depth of your soul, in which there is no cure. If there were an antidote, you would opt not to take it just to be spiteful. You're destined to live a lonely life with only the memories of those who once loved you and the reverberation of remorse for letting the things that are so precious slip away. |