Sometimes the best explanation on why something didn’t work out is simply, she’s a whore.
For some reason things just never add up. I want to believe what I want to be the truth but all signs always point to the opposite.
Never will I not say how I feel. As much as it may fuck things up for me at times I was always taught to never hold back. Remember, clothes mouths don’t get fed.
I tried. I honestly tried.
I’ll follow my gut feeling and my instincts before I follow facts and “truths”
I have officially joined the armed population.
I’m not religious at all, but sometimes I do find myself searching for god.
Not yet. I’m just not ready. It’s just not the right time, situation, or mental state.