Tuesday, June 24, 2014

two hundred-seventy seventh.

dear (k)you,

i am a little conflicted right now about the douchebag. i really am. he's got a lot going on in his life, and i don't think i'm even welcome. i mean, he can't even spare me some time. but he goes on gallivanting on a holiday, or playing basketball in his old college. i mean what the hell really?

i know i shouldn't care. because that's exactly what makes this whole thing "complicated". this is exactly the kind of behavior that would hinder me from actually getting somewhere with him. if in fact there is even a slight remote chance of it happening.

he is such a girl. i swear. such a motherfucking girl. 

and i am a motherfucking coward-psychopath.

please come back? life was so much more peaceful when i was just hoping for you. i think i could handle you. the douchebag is just.

this is the little boy all over again. the cycle continues.

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