everytime,
I make the same mistakes.
and hate myself for it.
then expect things to be different the next time.
it never is. but im hoping.
he is so sweet. really.
and ive been good. no mind games.
minimal manipulation.
do I like him, or just the way he makes me feel?
deep down is it just another drug?
do I actaully give a shit about him.
I dunno. I want to.
but ive noticed a protective instinct kicking in.
I feel partially responsible for him.
he is so lost, everything with his mom.
I want him to know everything is okay.
cuz it can be.
if we let it.
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