this is me, sitting down in class, smelling like perfume and marlboro reds. this is me, looking in the mirror and calling myself an utter failure again. this is me, wishing my weightlifting class would never end, wishing i could have a few more hours of calorie-burning. this is me, looking at my old text messages from you and wishing you were here with me again and not off at college... with her. this is me, falling over in a bathroom, falling over in someone's yard, spinning in my drunken haze. this is me, falling into bed with you again. this is me, knowing this will only last long enough for you to get your fill of me, and then you'll leave again. this is me, needing you.... needing help.
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That was a dirt nap waiting to happen. I hope she got help but most likely is either still doing the same thing or slit her wrists a while ago. That is life.by anonymous at
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I wonder what happened with this poster.
And Y's advice rocked.
Do you think she ever took it?by anonymous at -
im a female lol. its a male thats "using" me or whatever. but this is my life, and he is my everything. so i'll continue to let it happen. because knowing he's coming back from college for a visit in a few weeks is what i live for.by original poster at
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I hope you get back on track again my friend. One things for sure: your lot won't improve by letting her use you like that. And the alchohol won't help. It might be good to bounce some of these things off a counsellor or relative. Have you considered that?by Y at
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oh my dear, I hope things pull together for you.by anonymous at
