Every day is hell

 This is so hard for me.  Its bad enough having to be going through what i have been with this last chick.  But on top of that my moms being her usual cuntish self treating me like shit for no real reason, and in the process decided to remind me of M.

M was the reason i started this blog.  We were young (in our 20s) and stupid in love with eachother.  But we were young, and both sucked at communicating. Whether it was with ourselves or to one another.

One of the biggest things i wish i could go back and say to her is how much i needed to actually feel loved by her.  Especially when we slept together.  Sometimes when we were able to take a mid day nap, it was great.  We actually held eachother, and slept *together*.  But when it was actually time for us to go to bed, i was always pushed away. Literally and figuratively. Cuz even once i got in some kinda position that didnt disturb her, she would still complain "your nose is whistling" or something else where alot of times, i ended up having to sleep with my back to her. And i hated it.

I loved her, and i wanted to be close when we were in bed.  I wish i couldve said so when it was going on. Cuz maybe she wouldve understood why i didnt come to bed alot of times. Staying up playimg video games until i just couldnt stay awake longer. But i didnt realize it at the time. I just reacted to the hurt, which hurt her more, then i felt guilty...it was just a vicious cycle.

But i wish i could tell her all this shit.  Cuz i know we're both still wounded from all the stuff we went thru when we were together, nevermind everything that we did to eachother after.  I miss her dearly tho, and if you ever read this baby girl: i still love you. I still cry over you. And i miss you.

Love Alone

 I love you with my every breath,

I give until there's nothing left,

My soul is yours, my smile too,

But right now im lost,

Since i'm without you.

So take my dreams,

While i shed these tears,

Loves eternal flame still burns brightly,

As it has and will,

For countless years,

And though i can feel you,

When my eyes i close,

Next to me,

Is where i need you most.

I hate who im becoming

I guess its pretty obvious that this pain is turning into an outward anger.  But how many times am i going to give my heart, and try so hard, only to be treated like nothing more than an emotional punching bag so someone else can feel better?  I did everything right. I loved with everything i have. For about a day anf half i thought it was going good.  She unblocked me, told me she told the other dude to fuck off, and she actually said she loved me.  So i rushed back to be with her.  But as soon as i got back to san diego, thats when her coldness returned.  So now im back, living in this shit hole. Having to beg for food, that i have to spend cash on (when i have money that i funds for groceries), just the worst of conditions.  I would be better off on the street for real.  

All because i had some foolish hope that things would be different this time.  Yet here i am, cold and alone. Almost broke and no way out.  I know i deserve better, so why must i keep getting shit on by people who i love and trust? Wheres my reciprocity? 

Never again

i gave a fuck

Once or twice

But aint nuthin 

thats nice left

Im prayin every day that

My next one be my last breath

I crave death

Like a cigarette

After you had sex

Cuz lifes been fucking me

In the ass 

With a fat cactus

So dont get the shit twisted 

I been living with this madness

Since day 1

My mama knew 

id grew up to be the badest

Im outlandish

And sporadical

Highly unpredictable

I might slit yo fuckin neck

Then stick my dick in it

Thats how i get busy fool

So go on head

do whatchu do

Just clear the way

When im comin thru

Bust 16 shots 

Aimin straight at you

Your momma 

And your cousin too

Im unnstoppable

Even if im on wax

Remainin uncoppable

Reload it cock it 

Call it what u want

I bust shots

Like an alcoholic