Why the fuck do I care? What should it matter to me if an asshole is well an asshole to me? Its just a reason to rid myself of the influence.Im thinking that all the men of my life should really get a damned clue that Im not dealing with this shit.If I wanted games and getting lied to I would have stayed with Jeremy. I would have been miserably happy in that situation. But I left and I wanted a new life and a new damn chance.Yeah I fucked up.Yeah I didnt do what was right everytime that I should have.But regardless I deserve respect honesty and the chance to make my amends.I am broken--I need help gluing myself back together.I am on my knees begging and the only problem is you dont even see me at your feet.Im a slave to the impossible and the impossible is being loved and wanted and kept.Why am I not good enough? Why do you discard me and through it in my face?
Sad part is I know why---Because I let you.Because you know I will be back and because Id rather be at your feet begging than on my own walking away.....
