Friday, 15 May 2015
I had an argument with someone once about why it was that I like (for lack of any better word) 'fucked up people'....
Well, I couldn't, I just couldn't for the life of me figure out how to put my words into a debatable sentence. I mean seriously... who can't formulate a sentence when I've decided I want to write a book... I know... saddening.... anyways, enough with the dramatics... So I decided I would write about it. Moreover it was about why I kept talking to my ex who had severely mentally damaged me and my BFF was all over me about why I kept speaking to him. I know it was probably a bad idea (hence I've stopped, apparently I only need to run into a wall about 700 times before I learn), but this was the only response I could give her about the way my brain works (or doesn't work, it's totally up for debate)