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In light of recent events, I have come to a conclusion that there really isn't conclusion at all, in anything.
Just when you think something has concluded, meaning there is closure, it hasn't. One word reason: Emotions. Shit Fuck Damn. Emotions. I was so sure tonight when my 'friend' came over I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to tell him to take a hike. Oh, and I was sooooo ready to. I was almost crying before he got here thinking about the conclusion: not seeing him again. But then, you guessed it, none of that happened. I was my typical self, joking but serious as hell. I responded to a few things in the VM he left me last weekend which would take me forever to go over. It wasn't nice, trust. He took it surprisingly well. Everything I said he took surprisingly well. Shit Fuck Damn, again. WTF. Either be an ass or not. Don't just kinda be an ass. That's not fair. My responses to his vm: I don't sleep with my 'basic friends', if you say your going to do something, fuckin do it, and if plans change let a girl know - don't stand people, me, up. Yes, I know, he's playin my ass. I guess, if he can follow the rules above, then, I don't have a problem with it. I like his company once in a while. I'm very attracted to him (God he smells good). He's getting better in the sack, more attentive to what I need. My emotions are going to get in the way, I just know it. So to conclude the rant cause I want to go to sleep, Shit Fuck Damn emotions always gotta fuck up shit. If you see an end in sight, you are hallucinating, seek medical help immediately. Good Night.