Honey Baby

after stating lack of obligation (like some kind of consolation) he called me honey.
'oh, spread the word as far as you can to catch some pity. get a job to earn yourself some money so we can stop writhing trying to meet your needs.'
of course i asked (before i had a will) to come here (so says your empty yearning), blaming the product of your actions for what brought it forth. a joke you can't escape! where will you go, now that your legal maniac is bound to your heels by guilt?
hell, surely?
to be loved without being accepted (cherished) is to live without feeling (turning your head).
if you are nothing to anyone how should you know to be someone to yourself?
i heard the words scraping his throat...
no, you aren't like me-
you don't hold a nine to five. you're worthless, letting your life be dominated by something you (pretend you) can't control. the only job you ever had lasted but a few weeks because you couldn't handle the criticism. child. your pain is irritating. wake up. you used to be so happy.