9to5ive
i got this masters degree, right? i'm supposed to have mastered something. honestly, the only thing i think i mastered is how to look like i'm paying attention while browsing twitter on my ipad. or how to feel full after eating two packs of ramen. or how to hit all the food specials with such regularity without feeling impoverished. i'm a master, alright. of getting by.
you promised me a part of you that you knew you couldn't give. it was easy to swear it would only be mine, only belong to me, because you knew that there was no chance i would ever find it. you knew that by saying it was mine, that was enough to get me by. that i would never actually try to find it or use it, or touch it. you knew i was only looking for the promise of love.