I should listen to myself more often, and will do from now on.
I was in a rather tumultuous relationship with this guy called Tom. I met him when e came over to fix my computer as I deleted dll files off it.
He is rm2x's friend, and apparently a great guy.
I came to this new city with intentions of death, and to be honest I still feel like dying. I had redeveloped a massive drug addiction and had an ounce of 4-MAR with me.
Tom and I grew quite close quite quckly, It was not love at first sight. I was wary of being with him considering we both were addicts and I had been down that road before.
Eventually, I had to admit love for him.
He was so sweet and did not make a big deal of my odd behavious and insecurities as my addiction advanced. He made me feel beautiful.
Then the drugs ran out.
This is when we started having issues and fighting. I remember the first time he went off his block at me. He was having work dramas and a text he was sent made him see red. It was his retarded boss Vange. I had some xanax and asked him if he wanted one. I thought he said no but he said "suppose". So I put it on top of the tv. After this text he went nuts and started tearing strips off me about the xanax thing. I said it was on the tv. He eventually stormed out.
Another incident happened when I grew sus of him as we talked about moving in together but then the next day he made some snide comment about not having to explain where he was going as we didnt live together. So I looked in his phone and there it was, text messages between him and Toni, his "horror movie" buddy.
I confronted him immediately and should have dumped him then and there but I didn't as I didn't want to be right. He denied and acted as if I was the biggest bitch in the world.
I will bring this to a conclusion now as Im sedated and going to sleep, but everything can be wound up at this point of the story and filed in later.
Tonight it took the woman to tell me that I was right along. He just never told me and kept stringing me along.
What bothers me is my mental state. I dont need this shit man, Im pretty unstable and need good people in my life, not shit like this. But if you're fucked up its unlikely you will meet those people.
You can fuck off too Tom.
I was in a rather tumultuous relationship with this guy called Tom. I met him when e came over to fix my computer as I deleted dll files off it.
He is rm2x's friend, and apparently a great guy.
I came to this new city with intentions of death, and to be honest I still feel like dying. I had redeveloped a massive drug addiction and had an ounce of 4-MAR with me.
Tom and I grew quite close quite quckly, It was not love at first sight. I was wary of being with him considering we both were addicts and I had been down that road before.
Eventually, I had to admit love for him.
He was so sweet and did not make a big deal of my odd behavious and insecurities as my addiction advanced. He made me feel beautiful.
Then the drugs ran out.
This is when we started having issues and fighting. I remember the first time he went off his block at me. He was having work dramas and a text he was sent made him see red. It was his retarded boss Vange. I had some xanax and asked him if he wanted one. I thought he said no but he said "suppose". So I put it on top of the tv. After this text he went nuts and started tearing strips off me about the xanax thing. I said it was on the tv. He eventually stormed out.
Another incident happened when I grew sus of him as we talked about moving in together but then the next day he made some snide comment about not having to explain where he was going as we didnt live together. So I looked in his phone and there it was, text messages between him and Toni, his "horror movie" buddy.
I confronted him immediately and should have dumped him then and there but I didn't as I didn't want to be right. He denied and acted as if I was the biggest bitch in the world.
I will bring this to a conclusion now as Im sedated and going to sleep, but everything can be wound up at this point of the story and filed in later.
Tonight it took the woman to tell me that I was right along. He just never told me and kept stringing me along.
What bothers me is my mental state. I dont need this shit man, Im pretty unstable and need good people in my life, not shit like this. But if you're fucked up its unlikely you will meet those people.
You can fuck off too Tom.