Really, it’s not that you’re big enough to toss me across the room in one of your fits of rage. It has nothing to do with the tattoos or the fact that you shave daily. It’s just that we were not meant for each other. It’s not you, it’s me. I can’t commit.
The difficulty I’m having at the moment is telling an interest that I’m not interested while preserving my physical safety. But every reason I’ve come up with doesn’t roll off my tongue the way I wish it to.
No. I can’t afford fees for the eventual restraining orders. No, I can’t go out with you. I’m not happy with long distance relationships. When you go to back to prison I’d be so lonely. No, really, I like all three of your hoods in the making. They’re adorable little criminals really they are. Continue reading ‘You’re Not The Girl For Me’









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