that I was in too deep, that I had invested too much emotion into this ‘relationship’ that we have.
We just fuck, that’s all. I should have known it would never go farther then that.
Normally, if I fuck someone I don’t want anything to do with them after it happens, and I most certainly don’t want it to happen again, but this time it was different.
When he texts other girls, asking them to comeover, I get mad, jealous.
I know I am just his booty call and nothing more.
Why do I care so much?
can someone stay up with me till 2am and tell me everything they have ever been too scared to say
having someone to talk to. about how i am feeling, about life, and work, and other things. Like how I feel about liking this stupid man, and how he has no feelings for me, and how upset I am about how fat I’ve let myself get, and about my dads trial.
I love my best friends to death but there’s only so much that they want to hear…. and so much they can handle… and there’s only so much that I can tell them, and so much emotions they can take.
Anonymous asked: oooh i thought you were a lesbian?
I always thought I was too, until this douche bag came into my life.
I still like girls more, and I’ve only ever slept with one guy sober.