It’s so pathetic that I only feel comfortable telling this to my online blog/followers.

This obviously means I need better, non-judgmental friends, but those are impossible to find.

Whatever. Anyway,

Andy came over the other night. It was meant to be harmless, he said he just wanted to regain the friendship we had before we began dating/broke up. One thing led to another and before I knew it, he had me slammed up against the wall ripping my clothes off. It felt so fucking good. His hands on my body, his lips on my neck, just the feeling of him was enough to send me into sensory overload.

He has a girlfriend. He cheated on his girlfriend with me….what does that make me? A home wrecking whore? I guess. I don’t know.

I’m still so in love with him and I haven’t been able to stop missing him.

What the fuck did I get myself into.

 Thursday Mar 3 @ 01:05am
3 notes
tagged as: personal. fuck my life.

  1. jptumbles said: He’s bad news. He obviously knows how you feel about him and he’s using that to his advantage, which is unfair to you because it’s making something you should enjoy into something you’re regretting, which is all his fault, not yours.
  2. scrooge-jones said: You’re not to blame in this situation. Maybe he knows how you feel and took advantage of that. You probably don’t want to hear this, but it probably isn’t a good idea to be around him anymore. Oh, and hello.
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