AAARRRRRRHHHHGg
im so fucking irritated. after i just had to talk myself down last night, tragedy strikes. he lost his job, and theres some bitch named tamara hanging around making him dinner, does he think hes trying to play me or something? im no angel but the shit he says is so misleading. i dont need to be in control of him, hes not my lover, and i need to worry about myself, hes gonna do what he wants. and i need to not take it to heart when he says the sweet things he feels like when hes drunk or lonely, im just sick of being involved with some asshole full of empty promises, my heart hurts real bad like theres a knife in it. i guess its over before it even began, its a shame, i wanted to try it out. but if its going to be this stressful theres no reason to continue, what a fucking stressful situation.
the other side is being able to console him while hes going through shit, but im not there and there are plenty of chicks that will do that, what the fuck did i get myself into?
the other side is being able to console him while hes going through shit, but im not there and there are plenty of chicks that will do that, what the fuck did i get myself into?