For the next four months I remained emotionally engaged with this ex-boyfriend for he would call me every night crying, sometimes claiming to be holding a loaded gun to his head. What was I to think? He was a jock, he did come from a redneck sort of family. I conceded to being his girlfriend again. Every moment spent lying in that manner cost me piece of my soul. Eventually I noticed that rather enjoyed making cuts on my arm with pieces of broken glass and razor blades from the garage.
Maybe that is where I developed my "issues with men."
05 September 2002 - 12:04 AM
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