...i was too tired to fight back. delivering boxes all day takes away your strength.
it was a threshold he needed to break. he needed to hit me. he needed to lump my face.
for his own satisfaction
and for mine.
i do not recall the endless barrage of slanderous names he spewed. but i do remember his intent. i remember seeing it in his eyes. i remember the ice of the blacks of his eyes. it proved what i already knew: we hated each other.
why? why was i hit? because i made a choice. the keys to the vehicle were taken by its owners. but i needed to get to work. if not, i would have possibly lost my job and in turn fall back into the same rut we needed counseling for.
sabotage.
they beg for success but set me for failure and punch me in the face for "manning up" and making my own decisions.
i live in a circle of wrong. right is wrong and wrong is wrong. it is my reality, which is why i sleep so much.
my face hurts.
i have found a video to match my mood. the words hardly fit, but the look and the feel mesh perfectly.
my favorite part is when Kanye is smoking. he looks almost natural and the trail of smoke against the colorful background is wonderful.
Heartless by Kanye West...
