Betrayed

Published 15.10.03 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

I sit here, tasting the salt of my tears on my toungue, sobbing like my heart has broken into a million pieces. It feels as if it has.

How can someone you love so fiercly, defend so valiently, and trust so greatly throw it all away on the whim of pleasure? A person who I have defended their honor time and time again, only to find out how very wrong you were. The sickness and disgust are flooding over me, I feel as if I cannot function, emotionally or physically.

Why is this happening to me, haven't I had my fair share of devestations in my life? Once again, I feel completely empty, drained of any love and trust for anyone I could ever have.

This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

Betrayed

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