FFS

How the fuck do you do that?

Make me cry at the drop of a hat!

Lull me in to a false sense of security, talk nicely to me, wish me well and then the questions start, the accusations, the traps you try to set for me to fall straight into.

But when the tables are turned and someone has told me about what you've said, what sordid tales you are spreading around about me...well that's a different story isn't it...got your back up didn't it, made you angry...again.

Angry enough to make me give up the conversation.

Angry enough for me to know when to just stop listening and get away from you.

"I love you so much and that's why I do crazy things, 'cos I am mad, but about you!"

As always it would have to be my fault, twisting it round, you wouldn't be as nasty if you didn't love me so much?????

What the fuck is that all about???

And yeah I ran from you, I had to, I was working and you were way out of order.

I know you're watching me, or someone is.

I find that pretty disturbing, that you need to know every detail of my life.

Leave me the fuck alone!

Is that clear enough???

And you, you sounded different today, I couldn't put my finger on what it was. I asked but you said it was nothing.

I ask too many questions I know.

I have this compulsion to know every little detail.

There was a distance in your voice that I never noticed before and when we'd finished talking those questioning doubts wracked my head for hours.

I guess I saw something that wasn't there.

Read too much into words I'd waited to hear, maybe I never heard them at all....

Crazy girl!

Adoringly yours

Sugar x