Bridges and walls.

Can you mend fences
When you only fix what you see
And all you see is half the fence?

Can you build bridges
When the water is rushing
And you don't know how to swim?

Can you tear down walls
When they're made of steel
And your wrecking ball is plastic?

Can you trust someone
When you don't listen to them
And only judge what you think you hear?

Your fences will always be broken.
Your bridges will always fall in.
Your walls will always keep good things out.
And your trust will always be only in yourself.

You must listen to build fences.
You must talk to build bridges.
You must trust to tear down walls
You must let walls fall to build trust.

I will stand and hold the boards while you hammer.
I will help keep you afloat until the bridge is built.
I will chip away at my side of the wall until I meet you.

Just trust that it was worth your time.

The trust has to be on both sides.
Mine is there.  Always was.
All we need is yours.

An Apology... not that it matters.

So once again my fingers got me in trouble.  This time they have ended something that I'm not sure ever began but whatever.

I got mad. And I went overboard.  And I got insulting.  I admit that. I admit all of that.  Even if this is my personal blog and I don't name names, people can still access it and see it and read it.  Given that, Even that, especially that, I should still be a lady and not be an insulting asshole about anyone.

So recently I posted a blog titled Men Suck.  If you want to look for it, fine, I'm not going to delete it because it's out there and I did feel that way at the time. The message I was putting down was what I felt, I just went about saying it the wrong way.  I was insulting and belittling to all men.  No man deserved that.

The thing is I never get to tell my side of the story.  Ever.  Everything and everyone else is always more important that me in everyone else's world.  To tell the truth, I'm not even in my own top five anymore.  

No one ever wants to know my side of any story.  And I mean that.  Ever.  Some people might listen and then turn it into their own time where I listen to their woes but then some just don't have time for me at all.  And they don't see how much it hurts.  But that's neither here nor there.

What I'm trying to say, is that I meant what I said, but I didn't mean it the way I said it.  I hope that makes sense.  I'm pretty sure it doesn't.  However, it's the only way I can say sorry.

I have removed my blog from Twitterfeed.  If you are reading this because you now follow it, great but it's not going to post to my facebook anymore as far as I know.  Of course if this shows up, then there's a setting I can't erase.