October 5th, 2001

(I've tried patience)


"Will you come listen to me sing?"
"Of course!"
"Why didn't you come and listen to me sing?"
"I would have, but this bloke in Singapore wanted to talk to me."

"Will you come to this concert with me?"
"Of course I will!"
"But why can't you come?"
"I'm sorry...my friend wants me to do something for him..."

"Will you come out to dinner with me? I'll pay."
"Sure! I'd love to!"
"We still on for tonight?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, but my friend already asked me to go somewhere."
"Before or after I did and you agreed?"

"Can I borrow that CD?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't lend my CDs out!"
"I'll be reeeeally careful with it - you know what I'm like about music..."
"Hang on, did you just lend Ayu your CD?"

"Please, *please* call me back."
"I will."
"But Madam, he might call back, and I want to be here if he does."
"You're supposed to go to bed now. I've got to lock up!"
"I know, but I said I'd be here and I don't want to let him down."
"OK, fifteen minutes MAXIMUM, ok?"
"Come on now. Out."
"But he might still call."
"You've been ill all day and you look like you're about to collapse. Go to bed."
"But I don't want him to just be 'left ringing in the air' [token Duran reference]."
"Come on. Out."

I'm not important to FUCKING ANYBODY. Fuck you all. I don't *want* to be 'better off' on my own but I am so sick of being left behind for something better. It hurts, it hurts, it fucking hurts!

  • Current Music
    'Rock The Casbah' by The Clash.