Well you made it clear... you dont want me. You dont feel how I feel. You made it crystal fucking clear and of course you did it not even two minutes after your drunk or tipsy sex. You did it better than you EVER did before. Then I fucked it all up by asking why cant we be more. I shouldve just kept quiet. I shouldve just left. Man I shouldnt have even went with you cause i knew this was gonna happen. I'm not gonna lie I cried myself asleep and I know its childish but it's true. Like damn how the hell can I get rid this stupid fuckin feelin of love for you? Staying away is an option. Cutting you off. Not doing that again. Replacing you. No that last one sounds stupid.
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'Mood' writing
Non-FictionThese are just just random writing I've done or do whenever I get in on of my 'moods' or my way of venting without actually venting ...
