Coco wrote me a nice little German message about why she liked me... It seemed she thought I was honest and caring, and not shallow and all sorts of positive things... And there is something in me that wants to respond. -you've got it all wrong, I'm scum.
And there is something in me that wants to prove it in other terrible ways too, as if someone liking me even a little is too much.
I have a few days left in Ireland, headed to Dublin tomorrow probably until I fly out later this week. Eagan just wrote me and said he is flying to Ireland on the same day I fly out.
I don't really hang with him anymore but it'd have been fun to have a night, earlier today. Was thinking I haven't heard any live versions of finnigans wake.
Why do I only like people unavailable to me? And why when someone likes me, do I want to prove them wrong.
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