The guilt is only mine. Nobody knows, nor would they care. Nobody, including the one I’d feel most ashamed before other than me. But it is there: A stain, sulliedness, a taint, whatever you’d call it...
Eww! Man...
Even knowing a person could make you throw up. I wish I’d learned it with a little bit less close experience.
Lies, playing the victim, cheap behavior, disingenuousness—and yet again; lies, lies, lies, swirling everywhere, driven by the delusion that everyone is fooled and that this makes one a ‘clever’ person... anything ugly finds its place in that vast, nameless mess.
And knowing that... Arrgh! I know ‘it’ also makes people believe that I chased after just like telling me about other guys...
I can’t believe evolution would bless cockroaches this much and let them have a human(ish) body. It’s way outta line.
Oh my, my o’ my...