You're always tired, angry, bitter, and lonely; you're never really sure what you want to do; you're never eager about anything; you just exist. Existing is easy when everyone around you is absorbed in bigger problems than your own, its makes it easier to put on a smile, it's even easier when there are people relying on you to be the happy stable one. It still sucks though, never getting to be the one that pouts and gets away with it with out a lot of hassle. But you make due and keep busy with frivolous things, anything to keep your mind off that expired relationship. The relationship that sits in the back of your head like rotting fruit in the back of the fridge. You know it's there. You know it's gone bad. But you can't quite get around to throwing it out. It's seriously starting to stink up the place though, and I guess it's time to get rid of it.
So, I guess this is goodbye, my love. It's time to take out the garbage.