I hate how impulsive I am. I fucked him again and now I’m worried I might be pregnant. I fucked him only to fuck myself over. I have to deal with all this pain and loneliness by myself. The only reason why its even here is because of him… I actually shouldn’t even try to blame it on him. It was all my fault. Now as I watch “Big Fish” I’m back to the scene where the main character finds his true love, this scene doesn’t hurt me because he’s finding his true love and I lack that, but its because the last time I […]