It's funny how you can be so disgusted with someone but still love them with the little pieces of your heart. No, I'm not talking about the loser who abused me. I'm talking about the other loser who still has a piece or two of my heart. He tends to sneak into my life every once awhile, fuck me over, and then dip out quietly as he came in. What sucks the most is I carry a constant reminder of him on me. I see him in the club and I'm flooded with all the memories...some good..some bad. I swear I'm a magnet for loser men. I can proudly say I didn't go anywhere with him that night. I held my ground, and went home to my own bed alone. Right now I'm weak, and just want to be with someone but I don't need his drama. He knows he has me twisted, and in some ways I got him fucked up too cause he still calls me. It's a real fucked up friendship/relationship and to be honest I'm ready to be done with it as it drains me. But anyway, sorry for all the blogging..I got so much on my heart lately and I need to let it out. Thanks for reading! :)
