happy anniversary
i went to the beach. south beach it was, and we watched the sun come up.
then we went home and got some stuff, like towels and our bathing suite stuff.
then we went to the keys.
we chilled and then went home.
home-fight-=blaaaaa
always, hes so loud. and so childish. just like a boy.
i need a man. not a boy.
so he packed all his shit, called all the people hes dissed for monthes and olay dropped him off somewhre.
the fuck.
i passed out when he left.
so this morning he wakes me up by comming into the room and laying in bed with me.
wtf,im not playing games, either ur fucking gone or u stay.
i toled him he should leave.
and he did.
he reacts too badly to things, never thinkd things clearly, and then i have to pay for it.
him grabbingf my arms so tightyl putting bruises on them, me trying to get away from his tight grasp, i bite his arm, what, does he thnk? im going to put up with that shit?
i mean damn, you can only get away with so much with me.
i dont want to do this again.
i dont want it to have to be this way anymore.
i dont want this ever again!
todaY. is our 1 year anniversary.
a whole yr of me and him together, jjust us.
and he would be wiilling to pack his shit soo fast, so easily.
he packed his shit last time we got into a fight, and i toled him "the next time u pack all ur shit, ur really going to leave, and there WONT be any comming back"
so i am so ready to let him go. because hell never change.
but i love him.
then we went home and got some stuff, like towels and our bathing suite stuff.
then we went to the keys.
we chilled and then went home.
home-fight-=blaaaaa
always, hes so loud. and so childish. just like a boy.
i need a man. not a boy.
so he packed all his shit, called all the people hes dissed for monthes and olay dropped him off somewhre.
the fuck.
i passed out when he left.
so this morning he wakes me up by comming into the room and laying in bed with me.
wtf,im not playing games, either ur fucking gone or u stay.
i toled him he should leave.
and he did.
he reacts too badly to things, never thinkd things clearly, and then i have to pay for it.
him grabbingf my arms so tightyl putting bruises on them, me trying to get away from his tight grasp, i bite his arm, what, does he thnk? im going to put up with that shit?
i mean damn, you can only get away with so much with me.
i dont want to do this again.
i dont want it to have to be this way anymore.
i dont want this ever again!
todaY. is our 1 year anniversary.
a whole yr of me and him together, jjust us.
and he would be wiilling to pack his shit soo fast, so easily.
he packed his shit last time we got into a fight, and i toled him "the next time u pack all ur shit, ur really going to leave, and there WONT be any comming back"
so i am so ready to let him go. because hell never change.
but i love him.