i have no idea. i am invisible, nothing. why even carry on breathing. no-one cares, no-one would notice.
can be like an old friend.
hello. i missed you.
… you don’t blog any more?
… you don’t talk to me any more?
… you don’t seem to even care?
… you wouldn’t even notice if……
really, i don’t. really. i mean it. i don’t care that you choose to mess your life up, again, that you choose to trust where none has been deserved. seriously, why would i? it’s your life, if you choose to let that person mess up again, and again, and again, and again, and still forgive? your call. totally your call.
oh they’ve changed this time? like the last time? and the time before that? and the next time?
once an abuser, always an abuser. once a hitter always a hitter. and once an adulterer, then always an adulterer.
they don’t change. they won’t change.
it’s a power game and they win, you lose.
someone pass the meds?
just chilling out and letting my imagination entertain my hormones…..
fantasising can be so much fun, you should try it, i should do it more.
maybe? … no. perhaps not.