"Fuck you. I'm sick of trying for someone who only wants to hurt me."
Trying my ass. Why are we like this? Why can't we stop it with the hurting and the apart? And why am I here asking this to a goddamned computer when he's got the means to be with me? So we now know it's going nowhere. Both of us. Okay, then.
Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking A!
I wonder sometimes why this is so...the way it is. Stormy met her husband online. No fair.
Whatever.
I'm confused and tired.
Laters