...Peice of my heart...
I haven't written here yet. There's a really sore subject that I just can't get over unless I write this s**t down. Alright, so here goes. I had just gotten out of a bad relationship (A year and a half long). I wasn't too upset over it. I started dating a guy I had fallen in love with years before. Knowing I had dated him once before and he totally screwed me over. I couldn't help myself I wanted some comfort and especially the fact that I'm afraid of being alone. He asked me and swore he had changed, it seemed all too good to actually be real. He was sweet, kind, and a Juggalo. We went out for like a week or two (He can never keep a relationship for too long.). He eventually stopped calling me and I'm still trying to figure out what I have done wrong. I'm trying to forget but for some reason the b*****d still took a little peice of my toy Juggalette heart from me.
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