Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Count Me Out, Count Me In

When I thought this was low. He came in. I fear my drug addled brain will never be able to love or feel like a normal person. He's funny, sweet, and a complete dork. I don't want him to be a rebound. I want him to be the real thing. I'm never good with relationships changing. I need advanced notice. So when the communication starts to fail.....I get....worried. Like it'll be the same as last time.