Everything's a Joke to You

Well, you said the guy was nice, and perhaps he was. You said the guy was mature, and perhaps he was. You said the guy was trustworthy, and then again, perhaps he was. "Was" understand? Didn't ye olde sergeant tell you he is petty as can be, naive like a child and basically just another spoilt rich man's kid? And then you defended him. He doesn't need that. Basically he needs to air some theatrics, spout some lines his debating cca taught him and basically listen and justify to himself. Cater to his own little world of nicety, rationality, STRUCTURE, DIRECTION and Eden-like innocence-- another guy who needs self-justification in other words. Did he commit suicide when he really wanted to (really it's REAL! this is not like the previous few times), or was he just poseuring around his camp waiting for people to charge his ass to DB hell?

"I would not get over you for 5 years" (sob), "How many pills it takes to die?" (piteous sobbing), "I am going to break up with you because you spoke on msn to guys" (self-righteous anger). I've heard them all, predicted them as lies and have you slamming me in his defence. Said guy should go UK to take up theatre studies, and not Law or any other. But maybe his dad wouldn't allow, but that shouldn't be an issue cos he has zero initiative and backbone. Being well-heeled, smart, polite, verbal and clean looking does wonders for positive self-characterisation doesn't it? And if that doesn't lead to pride, well then his friends will provide the same image enhancing statements. I've done my fair share of email and msninteraction with that bugger and i came out feeling dirty. He happily dwells in words and definitions, just like the eel who loves to wallow and sort out shit in the mud.

Perhaps he forgot what he did in the background during your relationships, perhaps he forgot he webcammed and flirted with a colleague, perhaps he forgot his ultimately lovelorn and fatal breakup lines. He'll never remember them cos he is the hypocrite of the highest order- he doesn't even believe he is one. An upright pillar of moral justice and rationality? "Pretty harmless" as his nice neighbour told me? Up your's. And may whoever's up there blast his cheap soul to hell.

And now ashes to ashes, dust to dust, you come crying, and getting frayed up in your mind. Said guy is blissful with a girl now, probably the one he webcammed with; he'll leave for bristol soon, being the rich man's son he is. So where does that leave you?

Wrong choice babe. The cynical, hurtful world as you brought me to know, will come around back to you. Even as i think it's bad for you, i think you should taste it a little. Shelford Road's air might be sweet and nice, but this fucked-up world's the real vodka: though it burns, it's satisfyingly solid.

Welcome to suffering. You came of your own design and accord, now leave some happiness at the door, and i'll see you soon.