and dressing up in a mysterious fabric that I can never grasp on to.
why do you send me people who only wound me heart?
people who are selfish and don’t understand my logic?
I’m hurt. In shock. And I don’t think I’m strong enough. Yet I do at the same time.
I want to cry, and I know the tears are simply building up.
I can barely move my fingertips to create the words on this digital diary.
All I want is someone to really love me. Want to build a future.
All I get is romantic gestures that lead to dead ends and cul de sacs.
I don’t understand.
And I can’t hate Oscar Ortega. Because I love him.
And I don’t know what to do.
Time for a cleansing. A full on catharsis.
I’ve started already, but I know the crazy/bitchy/tearful/angry posts are coming.
And I’m scared I won’t survive this one.
