You know, I’ve gone all this time bagging on people who run back to someone who clearly hurt them; whether emotionally or physically. And I never once changed my mind about it.
Until now.
I would take back my ex instantly if she gave me another shit.
I mean, she hurt me and everything but it still doesn’t change the fact that I still like her a lot. Me liking someone doesn’t happen very often…
For once, I’d just like to stay happy. Even if it means…
yeah…
whatever.
thug life.
I ruin every bit of happiness that presents itself to me then I go and complain about how it always manages to slip away…
How pathetic am I?
To have something good and then ruin it only to end up blaming it on something else just so I wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that it was my fault.
God…
Why am I such an idiot…
