Wednesday, December 8, 2010


Cheap infactuation is a tarpit [no, that doesn't read armpit, although it stinks like one]. You fall deeper and deeper, and while you risk your life to get free, you fall faster. But I made it out alive of one, as impossible as it seemed (especially when everytime I saw those hopeful [lying] eyes I got lost in, I just fell down deeper). I struggled to the top, and stood up on steady ground, for the first time in what feels like (and what really was) years. And now that I can finally begin to breathe and marvel at my accomplishment, I'm already falling back into another tarpit. A stupid shallow punk tarpit that isn't even worth my time, to tell you the truth. I refuse to get sucked back, though, especially after falling once, and all it did was make me the fool. I learned my lesson the hard way. I will not be made the fool again, nor will I make another innocent soul the fool. It just can't happen- not again...



Kay said...

I hear ya.

I'm in and out of cheap infatuations like nobody's business. :p

That Blond Guy said...

I LOVED this. Both the post and the adorable/profoundly true cartoon.