Things are funny sometimes. Its funny how someone can care (or pretend to care) for someone and then just disappear. The man that saved my life vanished when I needed him, but he made that choice. He chose to leave me alone in the darkness, when all I need was a helping hand. He left me there to die and I almost did. I’m trying so hard to stay alive, hell keeping myself from grabbing the blade is a chore sometime. All I want to do is rip into my thigh a couple good times. I graduate from college in 6 weeks, but that’s nothing. The real reason I’m writing tonight is because I was hurt. I fell for a guy and we have been talking for seven months, he knew about everything too. We finally met and well one thing led to another…. he left the next morning and I hadn’t heard from him in awhile. Guess what he said. He was unsure about me, didn’t want to hurt me, didn’t want to lead me on. TOO FUCKING LATE.
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At least he didn’t string you on for a few months or years. Well, you’re probably not in the mood for bright sides. But maybe you’ll look back in a few weeks and be grateful.