this is not about love
i don't get the urge to write much anymore.yesterday a coworker was venting about her ex who just hung up on her when she said no to a request.
and i missed it.
i missed him hanging up on me. i missed the drama. something to always be pissed about. somebody doin' me wrong. somebody pushing all my buttons.
i like getting my buttons pushed. i seemed to have correlated it with the idea that it shows someone isn't afraid of me or of what may happen because of it. and i like that.
but what about respect?
i suppose there is a little overlapping with that. a fine line that bends. an acute distinction. but ambiguous.
i listened to a new fiona song yesterday morning on the train. and then again on the way back home. i think i liked it.
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache..