Sometimes I fight the urge to text B. Because as much as he’s a complete waste of human life, god he could always bring me to my knees and make me see stars.

He can stay with his cunt of a girlfriend, still. Just come back to my bed.

I’ve only attempted to sleep with two people since him. And that was after waiting months.

And the first dude just got real weird. Like a never ending disaster. Which is probably why he hates me.

And the second dude, I don’t know.

But this shit isn’t working.