Leftovers

I'm existing on leftovers. Turning leftovers into new things with whatever seems to be lingering too long in the kitchen. It's amazing what you can do with so little. I've always managed to get by with very little. I'm very low maintenance and flexible. I don't take up very much space and I don't ask for very much. I often imagine that would make for a relatively easy life, but find that it's to my detriment some of the time in certain situations where you need to stand up and take up as much room as you can or you'll be bowled over before you know it, falling down with someone else's strike. Your poor battered pin body is being swept away by the machinery that does such things and you're left wondering how you ever got into this bowling alley in the first place

I am the first to admit that I have a problem with speaking up. Rarely does it ever hit me until after the fact that I should have said or done something but the moment has usually passed and there would be no use in going back. There is no "Do Over".

And with that, the ex and I can't be friends and it's not for lack of trying. I tried. I'm stopping because he accused me of not trying hard enough.

Whatever the fuck that means.


suckit.