Maybe. Maybe it was my fault, maybe it was his. How can one be sure, all i know is that i wanted to fuck him. bad. I wont, obviously. just the thought of it drove me wild.
why me? was i just some sort of victim in this crazy world of his. I'm strong. maybe not, but i still could punch a bitch if i wanted to.
If you want to hear this story of unforgiving love and never ending sadness, this seems like the place for you.
