Superfun.

"It was fun while it lasted." That's the quote that would sort of describe how I feel. Everytime I get my chance at "love," it pretty much never lasts. The funny thing is, I'm usually the one to leave. The one to turn my back on a fucked up relationship. This time though ... I was the one that got left. & it was for a previous relationship that this person had been in. Something along the lines of trying to re-working it. I don't know. I want to say I dont give a fuckin shit about it. But I do, and it does hurt. I guess this is my karma ... for what I've done, I do not know. I just know that it hurts a lot. It hurts especially since it was so sudden. How sudden? Try .... breaking the news to someone you were starting to get involved with right after kissing thme, right after hugging them, right after you told them you miss them since the last time you've seen them.

Yeah, if I ask anyone, they'd all say the same thing. That shits fucked up. IT'S FUCKED UP. I feel though, within my mind, that ... hey, you know what ... it's bullshit & that person got off hella easy. There is always that should've, would've, & could've that I should've done/ said. BUT. I just believe that it's not up to me to make a person feel guilty. Something is bound to happen to them, & when it does, I feel deep in my mind that they will be back. & when they do comeback to me, I'm going to be at my best, looking my best, feeling my best, and for damn sure taking that opportunity to shoot 'em down.

As for now, I'm sad.