Well that’s all she wrote. Months of memories have come to an end, but I should’ve known.
The fucked up part is I knew and I allowed her to fuck with my feelings. I knew nothing would come from this, but I always had hope.
It’s crazy; life’s crazy.
The most fucked up part is she had a boyfriend this whole time. So in reality why should I even want her? If she would do this shit to her boyfriend then what would she be capable of doing to me?
My reaction to this is wanting to tell her boyfriend, but what for? It will only lead to problems and will only make matters worse.
So now I’m here, heart broken, debating my current mind set.
FUCK LOVE SUCKS