|fuck|

he's here, again..

i was invited to dinner manana night..

i have actually contemplated going..
but, anyone who is anyone knows the outcome already..

fight, silence, fighting, silence, he'll probably toss a backhand, and then we'll fight more..

then, he'll leave and i wont have to worry for another few months...


why do i bother? WHY does he bother?!!?
just fucking get on with your life and STOP worrying about me and coming back..

we ended it, a long LONG time ago..

i dont need this, not now..
not when i'm content-ish..

especially not this close to the anniversaries of everything traumatic..
you plan it all, i know you do..