. there are these times when I question existence . sometimes I really wonder why it is that I'm living ? my self worth level isn't the highest , and I don't recommend anyone to fuck with me when my heart is under construction . I seriously have to go on a no men cleanse in order for me to fully restore myself . all that's resurfacing is anger, pain, hurt, and deceit . I blame myself for allowing myself to scoop right back down . it's my fault, this is what I get for backtracking . I was on my way to reconstruction, and I went back to fuck up some more shit . I fucked him yet again . Fifth and last time too . He asked me who pussy was this, and my silly self let " yours " spill from my lips, knowing damn well that this belonged to my husband . whoever that may be . it's sad when your own friends tell me that I deserve better, kinda remind me of Me, Myself, & I song , haaa .
just sent the worst text message I've ever sent to anyone , I'm gonna do the honor && type it up . just a letter written to my past , spoken word .
