:(

You sit not ten vertical feet from me, under some illusion that I'm not curled up in the dark crying. It is as if you have rejected every ounce of my being. Do you even know how much it fucking hurts or is that all part of you? Blissful ignorance. Surely even you can see that this happened before, and I know you didn't like the six month outcome of that little venture. I can't even have a torrid affair because it would break my fucking heart all over again.
I guess some things are better left untouched. Right?

I don't blame you. I look fucking disgusting. I wouldn't want to fuck me, so why should anyone else. Right?