I love how everything is about sex with you. You have honestly made me so disgusted and self-conscious when it comes to sex I will probably never willingly have sex again for as long as I live. However, I'm sure that's fine with you, you always seem to find it somewhere else. Oh, and I love how you say you love me cause' really sweetheart if you loved me as much as you say you do you wouldn't have fucked that filthy water-buffalo named Christine. I also love how nothing I ever do for you is good enough. You've always wanted more than I could give, that's why you had Anna and Christine, and Shauna, the list could go on for days. I'm so fucking glad I put myself through hell for five consecutive months trying to get back with you and all you remember is the sex. Honestly, I regret sticking around for you. I regret the two fucking years of my life I have wasted trying to make you happy. Yeah, we have had some amazing times, but I have never been more miserable than I am now and it is all because of you. Because of you I have no self-confidence whatsoever, I only pretend to like the person I have to stare at in the mirror hoping no one else will notice my flaws. Because of you I'm afraid of emotion. I'm afraid to love, I'm afraid to smile, I'm afraid to cry. Every time I'm around you and I start to feel the tears well up in my eyes I turn my head and say something cruel because I don't want to be portrayed as weak. Cause' I know the second you see a tear fall down my face you'll make fun of me and tell me to shut up, you do every time.
UPDATE: This is house across the street from our apartment. It set the house next to it on fire as well. It drew quite a crowd and they were out there working on the fire from about 8pm-2am. It's amazing how fast fires will spread. I sure hope everyone is okay. Losing everything in a fire, one of my biggest fears.