2/20/99
it is my thing with men.
they will leave me.
why then is death not the same thing?
would you be with a lover if you knew ahead of time they were dying?
that’s not forever either.
why then is it ok?
because he didn’t leave me because he wanted to.
not like my father.
is it really that simple?
is this where all of this shit comes from?
my father leaving?
or is it all people.
women and men alike who i hate
they leave. why bother?
what makes it worth it?
especially if they’re leaving because of me. something i did, something about me was not satisfactory. so they’re gone.