I did it, okay. I did it. I know I fucked up again. I cheated on him.
There we go, it's... It's all about me crossing the line AGAIN. I am no longer one of those nice girls, one of the ''normal'' one. Now I'm in the side of the cheaters. Great.
I know I broke up with him like last week (was it last week ? Damn I can't even remember, aren't we supposed to remember that kind of thing). I broke up with him, okay, but knowing how complicated I am, it wasn't a classic ''give me my things back, and let's just be friends'' kind of stuff. It was more like ''let's become a couple soon again when I'll be better''. But guess what ? Guess what !! Now it's making me look like I only broke up cause I wanted the dick !
Before doing it, I kept thinking ''girl it ain't anything to do with him, it's your body - AND you're not his gf anymore - just doesn't matter you know, do whatever'' and look at me now, sitting down in my pretty undies, still all wet in between my legs and all over my face. Why do I feel bad ? Why do I have to think about him ? Dude, that's not healthy.
I just want ice cream now.