I don’t want to be with; I just want to be. Don’t try to understand that. Nobody ever has and I don’t think anyone ever will.
Part of the reason might be because of Luke. Luke was my world (if I may use those annoying clichés). Everything was fine until his parents split up. Of course he was torn apart by it. His mother gave him Crystal Meth to numb the pain. Granted, he got addicted to the drug; if he didn’t get it, he’d get swallowed into a hole, and yeah, being the devoted friend that I was, I got dragged down with him.
You probably don’t want to hear about old boyfriends so let me get to the point;
There are too many mystifying levels of bullshit with these things and frankly, I can’t take any more crap.
Once, that’s the limit. Okay, maybe twice but that’s a story fort another day. I do not want to bore you with the gory details of another ex and I mean that in every sense of the word.
I’m not quite sure whet the other part is. Maybe there is no other part. Maybe I don’t want to blame Luke and Nathan completely.
I have put every possible argument into consideration and even if I was to be with, sooner or later we are going to get tired if not utterly disgusted with each other. Let me save us the trouble so that we don’t have to deal with the inevitable end.
I am sorry that this is not the whole hearted response you may have been expecting. I don’t think I will be able to give you that response in the near future.
Give it time. They say time heals old wounds, they say. I’m not really sure who ‘they’ are but whoever they are also said that the first cut is the deepest. That is not quite the case for me. The cuts just keep getting deeper. I’m only human and when you cut me I bleed. Once bitten, twice shy I suppose.
