Downhill

EDIT: I'm done wreaking emotional havoc on myself, bye!



There's a spider in my room so I'm sleeping with Icie tonight in hopes that she'll find it and kill it.

Again, I'm not sure whether I should feel stupid or not. Was I used or am I the one taking advantage? Maybe it's both. In the end, I'm the bitch I guess. This sorta thing only happens when you follow your basic human instincts like selfishness, desire, lust, irrationality. Those spur of the moment decisions that click in your head moments after you're given the light of day are what make those messy situations. Romanticism only goes so far 'cause in the end if it's too good to be true, it probably is? Lovey-doveyness, it only goes downhill from there. But all those words feel so fucking beautiful when they are spilling out of your adorable mouth. So like, after all is not said nor done, who's the jerk? Who breaks who's heart? Do two wrongs make a right? Can we call it even? Hey, answer me. No? You don't care? Fine, that's what I love about you in the first place.


I'm still trying to convince myself I did/didn't do something wrong.

this isn't about anyone that it should be