I am tired of being the good person, being alone, feeling empty, because no one can give me themselves like I give myself to them. When I was younger I was a so called player, not a Casanova, not a Don Won, or any of these so called great lovers, or a user.
I was searching for my soul mate, a friend, a lover, the person I would spend the rest of my life with. The down fall to this life style, is that it became comfortable, and when she did come into my life I was lost in the momentum I started. And my past activities’ came back to haunt me. I was unable to stop. And for some reason I fell into this trend for several more years. Do not get me wrong I am not making excuses, I did what I did, for no other reason than it was what I wanted to do. Now I am known as a piece of ass, a good lay, not for the man I have become. Along the way I have fathered children, do to me hurting there mothers, some call me dad, some do not. Some know me some do not, some will know me and others never will. I have my own demons that will forever follow me for this.
For anyone reading this, believe me there is a God, and there is a thing called karma. Both exist, the Karma part is this, if you hurt one person sooner or later you will get hurt. And most of the time it will be greater than the pain you caused. The God part, is as follows, when you get hurt there is someone that will always be there to help you pick up the pieces of you life.