Tuesday, November 01, 2011

To be Irish is to know that, in the end, the world will break your heart.

The day that you learn that, even with everything that's happened over the past half a decade, you were but a footnote in someone else's drama - is awful.

Shocking, eye-opening, and awful.

You realize that everything you suffered through for the past five years was all for nought- but worse, it was ALWAYS for nought.

There was never any chance that there would be any other outcome, even with all of her promises, and you were too fucking stupid to realize that all you were was a brief interlude, a small intermission in a longer story, for a girl who went slummin' with a roughneck for a couple of months before returning to the life that she was always going to lead anyway.

I was too fucking stupid. Too fucking naive. And that will never happen again.

This will never happen to me again.

I have tried to not this world harden my heart, but there was been no return on these futile attempts.

This will never happen to me again.


Anonymous said...

You were never, EVER a footnote nor an interlude. And you know it.

I'd like to think one day I'd get to talk to you-sit with you- and explain all this, but I know that will never happen.

Irish said...

Seriously, fuck yourself. Enjoy your married life.

I would trade anything to take back everything I ever said about you, any garbage I ever wrote.

I truly wish we'd never met.