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led astray

January 2013

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leftovers (repost from facebook)

I'm tired of being leftovers, the person they collapse into when the rest of their lives go to shit and they have nothing left. Only then am I deemed good enough. Before that, they can only define me by what I'm not (their SO, family, job, reality, ect.). But when the rug gets pulled out from under them, suddenly I start to look like someone who has qualities all my own, and not qualities in opposition to something or someone else. I'm tired of being looked at from the floor. I want someone to choose me while they're still standing. If there's some kind of choice that has to be made, if something or someone has to be given up, I don't want to be what's left behind. Fuck that. I'm worth something, damnit. I have value beyond the void spaces left by whatever else it is that almost fills your life. I'm tired of listening to people tell me they're sorry for how they treated me, if only they knew how special I am...well too fucking bad. I'm done being sorry'd. I want to be treated right the first time. You know what gets a second chance? Leftovers. Well the fridge is cold and I'm tired of sitting in it. I'm throwing out what wasn't good enough the first time you tried it. It's all bullshit.

"...you slammed down your hand and said, 'Amanda, I'm in Love!' No you're not, you're just a sucker for the ones who use you. And it doesn't matter what I say or do, the stupid bastard's gonna have his way with you." ~ Dresden Dolls


Now if I can stick with this, repeat it enough, ect...


Print it out, hang it up.

You're so much better than leftovers.