don’t ever, ever, ever tell me i’m nothing. you won’t like the reaction you get. yes, he said, you have no idea how nasty she can be. and he’s oh-so-right. he knows, but he still likes to play with fire whilst dancing along that fine line. i’m so close to telling him this, but it’s almost more fun letting him go, just to see how far he’ll take it.
“if you don’t get what you need, you won’t stay”. and that’s so true. why stick around hoping against hope for the impossible? i’ve never been one to bang my head against the wall for very long, and i’m getting so bored with it now…