I really
must learn to leave well enough alone. I just had to test whether I was dead
inside or if it just the work effect. I just had to know… I’m a dumbass.
“Sure, I miss that face, that skin,
that kissing ability, that sarcasm... but someone who gets me, someone who
understands me, more than most - It makes me miss you.” - Mr. X
If I was at
work, I know for a fact, that wouldn’t have had any effect on me. But, because I
was at home, all the feelings. It made me remember that connection we had and
why I loved him. It made me remember he wasn’t always evil.
I’m a
fucking genuine. I get mad at him for frustrating comments, that are useless in
the grand scheme and there I am doing the same sort of thing.
Anyways, I’m
going to go and drink and pretend I didn’t open that whole can of worms. But before I go I have this question for you;
what was the last thing you regret doing? Let me know in the comment box below.
And, as always, stay and play safe.
Love,
The Honest
Bitch
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