Letdown

He says I'm a letdown. He says all girls are the same, he says they can never have one, they want more, they want new toys. He says that's what they all say. He said I was stringing him along. I said that's stereotyping, but from my experiences, he's right; in my book anyways. I feel like a slut, I feel scandalous. I look as horrible as I feel inside. I don't know what love is. I don't know what to do. I can't believe I did this again. I can't believe this happened, even if I knew this would happen from the start. I said I'd try to make it work, it wouldn't be a fling. Guess what? 12 days, that's how long. That's how long we lasted, but I don't regret anything. I'll remember his face, remember his love, all of his words.

I have a whole lot of things to say, but I'll do this again later. I have a buttload of homework. Another time, blogspot.