So there was this girl…
It didn’t work out and I was a real d*** about it when I found out. Now I regret ever trying to push the issue, I regret reacting the way I did, I regret that we’d never stay friends.
It’s been 6 months and I still get nightmares about it. I’m exhausted and I’m antsy as all hell. I want to get into a fight just so I can feel like I was getting my just desserts after getting my a** kicked.
I’m fighting ever nerve in my body that’s telling me to go to her sobbing that I need her. And then I’m angry at myself for feeling so weak about it.
I’m done.
