Write

write

what is on

your mind

A whore

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I miss her. Though, I suppose I wouldn't really want her back. Only as to win her back to break her this time. I'm angry at myself, but she takes the brunt of it. She's a manipulator and a liar, she admits it too, but I still stew over this and wish for things to seem as though they once appeared to be. Reality be damned. I just want my dreams. Now it all comes down to this. I blame myself. I blame myself for drinking and laying it all out there, laying it all down in front of her, everything I had known and suspected deep down. It turned out I was right, but I guess it never really feels good to be right. You win an argument, but you lose a piece of yourself, and sometimes someone else in the process. Well, I've been driving myself mad, drinking, though I swore it off. I have no shame. I've been stewing on this, blaming myself. But for what? For being right or finally having the guts and the decency to lay it all out on the line and finally get some honesty from her, and hell even a little honesty to myself about what I was believing to be true. God damn it! I'm done with the truth. I'll never ask another whore for the truth and I'll never lay it all out on the line in front of a whore. I'd rather be naive and ignorant than to be right.

I'm just gonna flat out ask if she wants to fuck

Good idea, friends?

Always.

One blank day later, he settled on "I'll start tomorrow." You waste your life dreaming of a better one.

Let's start today!

The worst that can happen is she says no

I have obsessive castration anxiety thoughts lately