I am not going to read too much into this. What happened tonight really shouldn’t of happened.
It really is a form of self torture.
I drive over there and be nice and then go along with everything. No, you’re not the bad guy. The bad guy here is probably me. No, it is.
How can I want someone to come back to me when I’m not faithful?
I’m not faithful with myself or the man I claim to love.
What a hypocrite. I say I won’t be like I was before but then I go back.
I will no longer say I want prince charming or I want a gentleman.
Because he doesn’t exist. Only in movies and books.
I am a cheater. A liar and a theif.
And tonight I really played the part.
On one hand I can blow it of.
Say nah it was only one night. You’re no whore so don’t act like one or I can do what I’m doing and be mean to myself as punishment.
It’s 5am. My self worth is at a zero and I’m falling asleep. Although I would like it too. It will not take away my shame.
Goodnight. I will make better decisions in the morning. (hopefully)


