Apparently I enjoy it when people fuck me around… Why else would I never ever actually end this. Why else would I keep on coming back and letting you hurt me.
I practically begging for you to hurt me again and it’s so incredibly wrong.
And there’s not a doubt in my mind that this is the last time. And that’s probably the worst part.
I keep fucking doing this to myself.
I settle for comfort, I go back to what I know, and then what I know is shit and it makes me miserable and it’s a complete selfish cunt and I just want to move on with my fucking life now please.
So no. You can’t sleep over anymore and fuck you for being the one person who can reduce me to a blubbering mess twice a week and still convince me to forgive you when it’s don.
Literally everything today is making me angry.