control freak
I don't even care that you blame me. I thought maybe you'd care and you'd somehow miracluously save me.
But blaming me is fine too. It helps me make a decision. Push me along.
So after weeks without contact on the outside world, being put with two strangers, fed the same thing day after day and provided with nothing really I learned to not care. I had not control over what I saw, did, ate, wore, who I contacted, where I was, where I slept, what I heard. And then when you force me out suddenly it wasn't surprising I couldn't care. I became desesitized to things I felt pleasure in. I do blame you a lot but it doesn't matter because any emotion other than resigned disappoint falls horribly flat in making an appearance. Still, I thought you loved me and all you did was yell at me, blame me, accuse me when all I did was reach out, hoped you'd like my honest anwer and just save me.
But blaming me is fine too. It helps me make a decision. Push me along.
So after weeks without contact on the outside world, being put with two strangers, fed the same thing day after day and provided with nothing really I learned to not care. I had not control over what I saw, did, ate, wore, who I contacted, where I was, where I slept, what I heard. And then when you force me out suddenly it wasn't surprising I couldn't care. I became desesitized to things I felt pleasure in. I do blame you a lot but it doesn't matter because any emotion other than resigned disappoint falls horribly flat in making an appearance. Still, I thought you loved me and all you did was yell at me, blame me, accuse me when all I did was reach out, hoped you'd like my honest anwer and just save me.