i can say hail marys until i turn into mary...but i still miss you.
not the sex...it was not tragic...but i'll live without it.
but i wont make it if you cant be my friend...if we cant
izzy stevens, grey's anatony

sometimes when i look back on how long i have been wading and dragging my feet around in this same puddle of mud i get immensely amazed at my own stupidity and at how far i have let myself get led on, chained and shackled and trudging along each painful step of the way.

unfortunately though i still seem intent on ploughing along
like that bull being tied to the cart dragging all that weight along with it
pacing up and down the rice fields never really going anywhere
you can only get better at dealing with the pain
it never gets easier.

you make it hard to be there
but even harder not too
am starting to think you might be schizo