it's really over?
the first relationship where I wasnt the one who fucked up.
I didnt ruin it.
The first that I actually wasnt scared to commit.
and IM the one getting fucked over like a stupid idiot.
I knew it was too good to be true.
now, healing, and getting to know myself again.
now, hanging out with friends thinking about what I could have done wrong.
now, listening to songs, rememebering him, and going through old pictures.
now, giving him away to some new whore who can please him so much more than you can.
now, realizing I'm a failure with the first person who ever meant anything to me.
stupid fucking feelings