Being single sucks
I go to the Scud and Nanny and smile, I chill at the rugby bar and laugh, I go to the nightclub and dance.
I call my friends and hang, I talk to chicks and flirt, I buy whisky bottles and drink. I watch Liverpool and cry, I read the papers and scream, I go to bed and weep.
I cut my hair and change, I do some work and struggle, but nothing seems to make any fecking sense anymore.
There’s nothing as frustrating as driving down Borrowdale Road for fifteen goddamn minutes knowing you’re going to a cold, empty bed.
This is bullshit.
call her.
Ditto – Mos Native. Call her.
Its not worth the pride, the pain, the games…Call her.
Nah, it’s not necessary.
Wat’s not necessary? Callin? Th pride? Th bullshit?
Calling’s not necessary, cos I’m already in contact aren’t I? What bullshit? What pride?
The B.S and pride that has you has you writing odes like the one above:)
Being in contact and making a concerted effort to get her back are two totally different things. you can call and just say whassup or you could swallow the pride, call and say baby come back
First of all, you don’t fucking know me, neither do you know my motivations for writing what I write.
Assuming there is pride preventing me from doing anything is stupid, because you have NO IDEA what’s happening, who I’m talking to or what’s up between us.
Comment, criticism, interest are fine. ASSUMING you know something when you don’t … well, you don’t. 🙂
Uhm…Right
“Spending all my nights
All my money going out on the town
Doing anything just to get you off of my mind
But when the morning comes
I’m right back where I started again
Trying to forget you is just a waste of time
Baby come back, any kind of fool could see
There was something in everything about you
Baby come back, you can blame it all on me
I was wrong, and I just can’t live without you
All day long, wearing a mask of false bravado
Trying to keep up the smile that hides a tear
But as the sun goes down
I get that empty feeling again
How I wish to God that you were here
Baby come back, any kind of fool could see
There was something in everything about you
Baby come back, you can blame it all on me
I was wrong, and I just can’t live without you
Now that I put it all together
Give me the chance to make you see
Have you used up all the love in your heart
Nothing left for me
Ain’t there nothing left for me
Baby come back, any kind of fool could see
There was something in everything about you
Baby come back, listen, you can blame it all on me
I was wrong, and I just can’t live without you
I was wrong, and I just can’t live”
damn I luv that song …
Sorry Serenity, I just get pissed cos there’s lots of assumptions flying around. This post wasn’t a cry for help, a pining ode to some long lost love.
It was a statement of fact: being single sucks. To then assume that I’m whining and my pride is stopping me from going somewhere begging on my knees?
Presumptuous.
Ignorance is the mother of presumption
~ Marie de Gournay
Maybe the assumption was not that you were whining – maybe the assumption was that you needed support to take the first step.
But as you so eloquently put it…that was “ASSUMING I know something when I don’t … well, I don’t.”
Nuff said.
Well, isn’t that mighty big of you? You’re a breath of fresh air, I’m so used to these combative antagonists.