on_thecouch 1.1 I'm here because...
locked.
Guess it is time I talk about that...not my thing usually..talkin about that stuff. Things that happened back in the day. I mean...shit happened. I'm still here. Why talk about it?
But I think about it, y'know? Like..constantly. Over and over in my head I wonder who my birth parents are and why they dumped me and Bailey. I wonder if it's cause we were twins and they couldn't take care of two babies. And I tell myself...maybe it'd be better if it'd just been Bailey. She's good. She's all..smart and...she's just in a good place, y'know?
Don't get me wrong. I'm in a good place. Better than I was. I got a beautiful little girl...ha, got myself a beautiful bigger girl, too. Wait..okay, we pretend I didn't say that cause I don't want her to take it wrong. What I mean is - I got a beautiful woman.
Course she's a few thousand miles away and neither of us have plans to move anytime soon...
I mean...somethin like that...you gotta love each other, right? I just...I don't know..I can't...why would she do that?
This ain't me. The guy walkin around in my shoes. He's cool, he's happy, he seems to have shit figured out. But my head...it hurts sometimes. And...other times...everything hurts. Why would people like that guy? Why would someone love him? The guy that wouldn't get over a woman that didn't want him. The woman that used his past against him any way she could. The woman who...liked to slam her fist into his chest - just to prove she could. And he'd let her. Then later he'd be tellin her how much he loved her, beggin her to stay this time...
I can't be that guy. So I'm not. But I still feel like him inside.
So yea...that's why I'm here. Good luck fixin it.
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Guess it is time I talk about that...not my thing usually..talkin about that stuff. Things that happened back in the day. I mean...shit happened. I'm still here. Why talk about it?
But I think about it, y'know? Like..constantly. Over and over in my head I wonder who my birth parents are and why they dumped me and Bailey. I wonder if it's cause we were twins and they couldn't take care of two babies. And I tell myself...maybe it'd be better if it'd just been Bailey. She's good. She's all..smart and...she's just in a good place, y'know?
Don't get me wrong. I'm in a good place. Better than I was. I got a beautiful little girl...ha, got myself a beautiful bigger girl, too. Wait..okay, we pretend I didn't say that cause I don't want her to take it wrong. What I mean is - I got a beautiful woman.
Course she's a few thousand miles away and neither of us have plans to move anytime soon...
I mean...somethin like that...you gotta love each other, right? I just...I don't know..I can't...why would she do that?
This ain't me. The guy walkin around in my shoes. He's cool, he's happy, he seems to have shit figured out. But my head...it hurts sometimes. And...other times...everything hurts. Why would people like that guy? Why would someone love him? The guy that wouldn't get over a woman that didn't want him. The woman that used his past against him any way she could. The woman who...liked to slam her fist into his chest - just to prove she could. And he'd let her. Then later he'd be tellin her how much he loved her, beggin her to stay this time...
I can't be that guy. So I'm not. But I still feel like him inside.
So yea...that's why I'm here. Good luck fixin it.
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