leola76

Sometimes I loathe myself.

Sometimes I seriously question why my usual patterns are just about as easy to disarrange as the constellations in the evening sky?

Sometimes I deeply resent my lingering threads of heterosexuality, because I am forever attracted to the wrong fucking bastard.

Sometimes I lie to myself...this is what happens when I do.


Sometimes I get pushed right over to the side. This is what happened Friday.


And sometimes...I am utterly disposable.


The last fuck was the last nail in the coffin. Everything that should have been said was withheld from both sides.


So now I must walk away and wipe the slate clean.


And I must listen when,
Sometimes, that voice deep down inside says:

YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THAN A PIECE OF ASS