||[Mar. 25th, 2006|11:08 am]
that is the description of my life.
he is not the type to say he is sorry. instead he blows up and leaves you feeling worthless.
he is not the type to ever bring flowers. instead he buys himself drugs.
on a birthday, he bought a gift for himself.
he doesn't pretend to miss.
he doesn't listen, only talks. and never about feelings.
he only touches if his loins are burning.
in four years:
i have gained 40 pounds, lost all self-esteem. sacraficed braincells.
chosen quality time instead of school.
risked VERY unwanted pregnancy.
have taking unhealthy horemones.
i am done.