when i said you could destroy me, it wasn't an invitation.

i hate that i'm not good enough for anyone. am i out of my fucking mind to want happiness? maybe i should just focus on other aspects of my life and not let this get me down.


ps: i will not cave. i'm stronger than you are, and i know you're running from me because you know you fucked this up. good luck finding someone else as good in bed as i am. good luck finding someone who will listen to the same motherfuckin' bullshit heartache stories about how you hate being spoiled. fuck you, and everything you love.



xoxo,

charley