I know I sound like a chronic complainer but...
Something is officially wrong. I am feeling blue, when I'm feeling at all. Vicodin gives way to coke gives way to anything that changes my state. Up and down- and the boys are getting to me, too. I saw J last week in a social setting and it brought back "feelings" that I didn'tknow I had. Sadness, lust, frustration. The fact that he got under my skin bothers me too. He fucked someone else while we were allegedly fueding but even if I'm fucking several; I need to be center stage. I thought he would come chasing after me when I saw him but it was only a mild pursuit ending with him saying that he simply can't play the fool- blah blah. That's no fun! Betrayal is the name of the game. When I meet a male that won't and hasn't torn me apart the first chance he gets than I won't relish the feeling of glee I get when I
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