Mine
Editing my old posts made it seem like I had just written them, so I gave up.
Basically December fifth I was oh-so sure I had met the man of my dreams….And technically, I had. He had every trait only the sweet guys in cute chick flicks had. He opened every door, helped me put on my jacket, was playful and kind.
I never realized this dream could potentially turn into a nightmare, and that I am a toy in his dark, twisted game brought on by his psychological disorder. I want to fly away. I will fly away.
I won’t come back to you, Eric.
You are the worst thing that’s ever been mine…
