The wind is blowing again
How can three bruised ribs, a concussion, and a broken finger make that much of a difference?
I was confused when this started, so I suppose it's only fitting that I am confused when it ends.
It feels strange just deciding, out of the blue, that it has ended.
Control.
It feels like control.
I was confused when this started, so I suppose it's only fitting that I am confused when it ends.
It feels strange just deciding, out of the blue, that it has ended.
Control.
It feels like control.
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Nah seriously, the injuries didn't happen to me, they happened to a woman I know. A woman I had started to develop something with, a woman that I have decided I am no longer interested in.
I suppose the injuries, and the subsequent 5 days of trying to ignore them until she couldn't even lay down without puking her guts out, really opened my eyes. For some reason I seem drawn to self-destructive people. Perhaps because I think I can help them, stabilize their life, and therein be needed by those people. Or perhaps it's because I figure they will be weak-willed and more susceptible to my manly charms.
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