Lost puppy



 That's how I feel. Like a lost puppy. Like I'm never going to see her again. But she showed up knocking on my door tonight. I should know this by now. The patterns of manic behavior are there. She came over to do a date, but I'm making her stay the night. She's the drug addict, but she managed to find in me someone who's co-dependant. At least I know this about myself. I hate the situation she ensures, but I'm unwilling to "rescue her" and put my livelihood in harm's way again. 

I jerked off to internet porn earlier tonight. I'm not sexually interested. Otherwise, I would have pulled her panties down and fucked her already. Something I know she fully expected me to do. She was dressed like a sweet whore. 

I write this as she is currently in the bathroom trying her best to hit a vein. More to come.


Comments

  1. Waht did she have on when she arrived? I hate that she puts you thru so many changes when. Clearly you care about her so much.

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  2. Do you think if you were to move to another area while getting her some help that she could recover? Would you be able to give up all the other chick's for her?

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