Faded Ink
I don't even know why I bother with this journal. No one reads it, who should read it and who might benefit from knowing any of the things that lie inside of me. And it's merely a waste of time.
And now I log in, and check to see if he has updated, talking about his current sexual conquests ripping open my wound, that is already struggling to heal as it is.
All contact is now broken. The end is upon us. And no, we did not have a good run. "I would not care if you died," he says to me. "I wouldn't even go to yourfuneral. I'd be sad, but just the same as if I read about a girl dying, a strange girl, in the newspaper." "Oh, that sucks.", I'd says to myself, then walk on... and that break me again.
But I have other things to keep me occupied, and other men that want to fuck me. Too bad I cannot bear the thought of another man touching me. Ever. I guess that will go away? Maybe? YEAH. RIGHT. Like the tattoos I have marking me as his forever will surely fade away someday.
And now I log in, and check to see if he has updated, talking about his current sexual conquests ripping open my wound, that is already struggling to heal as it is.
All contact is now broken. The end is upon us. And no, we did not have a good run. "I would not care if you died," he says to me. "I wouldn't even go to yourfuneral. I'd be sad, but just the same as if I read about a girl dying, a strange girl, in the newspaper." "Oh, that sucks.", I'd says to myself, then walk on... and that break me again.
But I have other things to keep me occupied, and other men that want to fuck me. Too bad I cannot bear the thought of another man touching me. Ever. I guess that will go away? Maybe? YEAH. RIGHT. Like the tattoos I have marking me as his forever will surely fade away someday.