chrischick

Yet again...

Used.
Brokenhearted.
Sore.
Tearful.
Angry.
Hurt.
Wondering why.


You're somewhere between a waste and the best place I've ever been.

Stop feeling sorry for me.
I made my bed. And now I lie in it.

I should know better than to fall in love with broken people. Or maybe just stop falling for reality show wannabe rockstars who sleep with unattractive groupies the same day they sleep with you.

Or maybe just stop falling for people who are not worth my tears.

And not worth my time.