My heart hurts and I want to drink Liquid Drano.
At least 2008 gave me 6 months of blind joy before he brutally ripped my heart out. 2009 took me to the top of a building to show me the beautiful skyline and stars above. He was romantic and hopeful. Then he pushed me off of that building and I am currently still falling at a high rate of speed waiting to hit the ground. All the while I am thinking, “This is a joke, right?”
SOMEONE will open their window and see what is happening and be able to do something…right? I actually caught the edge of a window frame last night and held on until this morning. As I was dangling there, I was confronted by pigeons. I figured, ‘just let go…who wants to die by pigeons?’.
It’s weird, as you falling off a building you think about really stupid things.
“Who’s going to take care of the dogs?” “I have no control over who gets to go to my funeral! how unfair!” “I probably should have put on underwear.”
This will actually be my last post for awhile. GoDaddy keeps asking me to renew my name…and I just haven’t done it yet. I think I might, I don’t know. I’m too busy hoping I can land on that leafy foliage beneath me, but have a feeling someone will rip it out and put in spiky, wrought iron fence before I actually hit.
And happy Friday to all of you.