Hoy fue cumpleaños de mi papá y no hizo mas que llevarme de un consultorio a otro y me siento muy shitty por eso.
"El valor de las cosas no esta en el tiempo que duran, sino en la intensidad con que suceden. "
I threw away the things I believed in the most, because of him.
And I’m not saying it was his fault, it was mine, I did it. And I did it because I felt like it, cause I felt it was worth it, like he was worth it.
"Our relationship, you and me, it was worth anything. It was worth sacrificing firends and even some of my SELF-RESPECT."
And now this guy tried to kiss me, he had done it before, but all I would ever do was tell him to stop and stop talking to him for a couple days.
But tonight he said he wanted to kiss me and this time I asked why.
He said all this things about how he wanted me, that he really liked my lips, my smell, my eyes…
And I couldn’t say anything, I just broke down and started to cry.
'Cause next time I do something even remotely sexual I want it to be with someone who tells me he loves me, not that he wants me. And this time I'm gonna make sure he fucking means it, that he really fucking loves me.
You broke me in ways I didn’t even think were possible.