• F off

    by  • August 12, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    I am so done with you. If you would’ve answered my text, if you would’ve met me outside, I only would’ve asked you if it were real. I need to know for my own sanity… was my dream the other night real? Did I wake up where I thought I was? In a drunken stupor? Was that real? Please. I deserve to know. HE deserves to know…

    Instead I sent you an innocent “Are you awake?” text and you ignored me.

    If I were being honest, I would tell you that I care for you, but you turned your light out after my text… so guess what?

    I am done. With you. With him. I am all about me now. All about me an my two… gentlemen. I wish you could love me in the way I deserve to be loved, but anything less is an insult. And you won’t even go half as far… so, I guess it’s too bad. Thanks for keeping me in the dark for forever about whatever happened that night.

    But what do I tell him?

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