link hereI hate that I can never love the men who are good to me and really want me.
I hate that in theory I am falling for an intelligent, responsible man with a great sense of humor, a progressive view of women, and who treats me like better than any man before. But in reality I am falling for the idea of him and the thought of actually kissing him repulses me.
I hate that I always fall for real for the potheads with too many bracelets and campfire smells. They're the ones who have beautiful things to say but will always treat me like shit in the end.
I hate that as hard as I try I can't control any of this.
Jan 20 5:09 PM MST