I'm finding it difficult to trust. I keep going back and forth. What if he fucked her? I can't imagine it being true, but I can't get the image out of my head. She's gotta be really skinny, and on top of him. Drunk. Maybe her hair covering her face made it possible? Shit, I'm killing myself. Giving myself a whole story to work with. I trust him, but then I call myself a dip-shit.
I'm losing weight. The unhealthy way. And I couldn't feel any better.
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