February 2011
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I stopped texting him because he was being unresponsive. Seriously, what do I reply to “Lol” ?
Then two hours later, I checked my phone after getting out of the shower and he had sent a message asking, “What would you do if we were drunk one night and we ended up doing it and I got you prego?”
1.) Why the fucking hell would he randomly ask me that? 2.) I’m...
I wonder, if were to die today, how many people...
January 2011
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I just took advantage of nobody else being home and played sad music to make myself cry. I screamed and sobbed as hard and as loud as I could. I did that pathetic crying thing where you repeat shit over and over again. I squeezed my dog to death. I ripped apart papers.
It was nice.
God fucking damn it.
Never mind… I am a fool.
Is this really going to happen for me? I almost can’t believe it. I am skeptical of course. What if he’s just trying to make an actual reason to get rid of me out of this? I have to take the chance though. I love him. That’s what you do when you love someone… you take chances for them.
valentine's day
expectations: a date with this.
reality: a date with this.
oh excuse me, i meant this:
Well, baby, it’s been one year since we last fucked.
