2003-07-25 @ 2:32 a.m.
The date went well, in clinical studies.
But, that thing wasn't there.
The thing I don't have words for. Wasn't there.
I can't imagine fucking him.
And, I don't know if that's because of a lack of imagination, or because I don't want to.
.
I've become the woman I've always hated. With manicured feet and hands, shoes matching purse, perfectly applied lipstick that lasts for 5 hours, a pack of cigarettes, and two rum and cokes.
You would more than likely hate me too.
(Just 'cause you feel it, doesn't mean it's there.)