• Saturday, December 29th, 2007
I always thought I am the sort who needs a bit of jealousy in a relationship to justify the fact that I am wanted.
And then, I realise not.
And then, I realise I don’t need anyone in my life to tell me what to do, to try to control me.
Because, I have gotten used to not being so.
And then, I know not what had gotten to me. And then, I grew fucking afraid.
It is scary.
Almost stifling and exasperating.
And then, I realise I really don’t like it.
Category: Boys are Evil
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