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.
The Honest Bitch