All this confusion running in and out of my brain. I have gone two days without speaking to him, well pretty much three now. It's been hard for me in my own personal life. I wanna go to him and talk about it, but we wouldn't even be talking about it. Ugh, what's the point of loving him? I'm his play toy and when we wants to play, I'm the Guinea pig.
How does that shit work out?? So many questions and so little answers. This stuff keeps coming. Tonight was rough, when your mom doesn't remember her own daughters names anymore. Sat and cried wondering why can't this all stop. Just cut this shit off.
