If you wanted to be with him, why did I meet you? Why did any of this have to happen?
If you wanted to be his “hoe,” what was the point in getting to know me?
The voices are assailing me with all these anecdotes and I just sit here, shocked and amazed.
There’s quite literally nothing I can do about it, and my own professions of love and attraction fall on deaf ears and blind eyes, so why can’t I just move on, and blaze a trail through these emotions toward someone else that will love me with just as much if not more passion that I feel for them?
Why do these voices talk about you?
Why does it always come back to you?
Do the voices know that you hate me?
Have you told them?
Can you tell them?
Do they even have your side of the story, or your best interest in mind?
Sacre bleu.