|Current mood:|| numb|
|Current music:||goo goo dolls - here is gone|
almost doesn't count
and I almost asked him to be with me forever, for the rest of my life, to truly be mine...
The mark is still in my hand from the ring pressed there.. as well as various other marks from him, especially a nice rug burn right on my damn face... Bastard. Fucking bastard.
I never knew I could hurt this much. I never realized he could hurt me so... badly...
"You know I love you. I'd never do anything to hurt you. Never.."
Funny how words don't mean much these days, and it's interesting how the pain seems to laugh at how outrageous words can be when they're so blatantly wrong.
...I almost asked him.