sigh.........
I wish i could stop the bleeding, my heart hemorrhages a little more with every hole made. Those holes then crust over, forming a new brick that blocks me from feelings of old, feelings like love, respect, honor, & trust. I feel used even when i'm using, distrust even when i'm trusting, hate even when i'm loving. I feel this life is writing itself a sick twisted comedy, & i'm the butt of every joke. Someone once called me a player, i'm not, i just want love & to live life so badly, I make stupid decisions. Maybe florida will be different, maybe southern girls are more traditional, maybe i can use it as a new starting point, i hope so. They say dogs don't change there spots, & there are some here that have given up on me, but that man will change someday.
I just don't have the strength or backing of friends to do it now.
I just don't have the strength or backing of friends to do it now.