I want to make it hurt. And I want to make you wish every day for the rest of your life that you hadn't left me this way. I want to make you think back and remember all the good times. And everything you could have had. I want you to think about me happy. And laughing. With other boys. But how I haven't touched them. Like I did you. I want to see ( Read more... )

"You aren't in trouble for this one"
"You're doing the right thing"
"Just do what i tell you, and everything will be okay"
"You fucking slut"
"You do it again, you're gone"
"Disusting Whore"

I wonder, if even relationships are subject to the chaos theory, whether no matter how hard one tries to be perfect, it will all get shoved back in your face, as good-intention antics are warped into lies and deceit. You wonder, don't you? Whether anything good can EVER be salvaged from a broken relationship....