i feel icky i feel gross i hate my ******* self the most he was easy he was there he had the touch but not the care i want you but i chose him now were not even friends i want real love not just *** but that's all that he expects i couldn't trust you it seemed too good to be true so i did what i could to **** it up because i'm damaged i wasn't sure how to handle it i was so close to feeling that love but i sacrificed it for a ***