"All Cleaned Out"
Here come your pride and joy
The comic little drunk you call your boy
Making everybody smile
Who takes your pretty plan
And then becomes a disappearing man
After a little while
I saw you with your make-up running down
Now what's that all about?
You say you don't want anyone around
'Cause you're all cleaned out
You toss the empty beer
Not really as composed as you appear
An icicle inside
Wearing clothes that clash
Wondering is this treasure, is this trash
Still trying to decide
And about 5 o'clock here comes your clown
With the front he's throwing down
But all you say is you don't want anyone around
No, not right now
There ain't nothing to drink
You don't want to think about it
I'm sorry you seem so stung
And I'm sorry you think you have to hold your tongue
When you're so pretty and smart
I'm seeing you caving in
Becoming afraid of all these men
That you've given your heart
I saw you with your make-up running down
Now what's that all about?
You say you don't want anyone around
'Cause you're all cleaned out
All cleaned out
All cleaned out
It reminds me of the Sweet Adaline era; it was an Elliott Smith forum. Man, I miss those days. Elliott Smith, who died when I was a sophomore at LU, is also missed. And I was in an awful place. I won't go into details. (Amazing, I maintained a 3.0 GPA.)
But, as a 19/20 year old just being diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome back then, there wasn't any info. for females on the spectrum. Many didn't believe I was on the spectrum. Often told to me way before knowing I had autism. For example: Hannah, you're too pretty to be depressed, to cut yourself, to have autism, etc. Just stupid crap said to me and still sometimes in a lo-key way by others.
Thank God there are more people asking questions now than ever before. It's one of the few encouraging things in life for me. I've once again been banned from another forum because, well, words don't "word" on the WWW, and it's frustrating. TLDR. Bleh.
I can't listen to Elliott often because I'm not at that state anymore; I've healed a lot. In Greg's memory, with the help of Jesus,
I've not cut myself for 3 years! My faith and my memory of his friendship, and you all here at BL who've never cast a shadow of judgment no matter my phases throughout the decades, mean so much to me. I'll probably be posting here more often, as I cannot at the one I was banned from.
I do try to correct my errors and admit being wrong, but sometimes people just don't want to get to know me, don't care, don't get me or all of the above. It's truly sad because I've got a wealth of myself to offer to others. I've found it here, and I'll continue to find it in other places that will accept me and some other's not.
The rejection doesn't sting as much as it used to; granted, I cried into my pillow. I allowed grief, and I'm trying to move on. I won't be a doormat. I'm at the age that I'm being myself and trying to bridge gaps. But not allow others to cross the concrete highway separators I've established (I make my guard rails very clear upfront, in a kind but blunt way, and that turns others off.)
Thanks for reading.

