Jan 13, 2011 00:12
I'm 21 years old.
He promised he would be here for my birthday. I went with a friend out to drink for the first time. We danced all night and he took me home drunk.
It was the prelude to 2 years of broken promises to come back.
Frank Allen Crummitt Jr
Best Friend
Room mate
Lover
Liar
I am tumbling back there and its scary. I want to retreat to something different, or differently familiar. I need to be strong. The past is not the present, and although many see it is doomed to repeat I have hope that this time it will all be different.
Because it is.
I have been hurt in the past, but I can not let that keep me from living my life.
I just wish I could banish this fear growing in the pit of my stomach.