I feel like a mule. The one who always holds the burden. The one who always has to work it out. The one who always has to suck it up and deal. The one who has to smooth and soothe and make things OK. Somehow be OK, when it's not easy or even possible.
YOU make it better. YOU make it up to me. Because god knows, I've given all I can give. I've shouldered as much as I can carry. I've wasted too much energy already. You figure out a way to make it OK. I can't, I won't. And if you don't want to, if it's not important enough to try, well. That's a reflection on you, not me.
"Issues" are not an excuse. I'm not buying it anymore.
Posted by thevieve at May 4, 2006 9:21 PM