The hell with it...I m tired....

I was hurt tonight.
And I got angry at myself for allowing it to happen.
I was deeply hurt.









Not from what I heard, but whom I heard it from.
Ι cant afford to be humiliated or put down, or heartbroken anymore.
One husband and a best friend are enough.
It took me too much to start believing in me.
Αgain. Piece by piece, day by day...

If thats the image you have of me, I cant afford seeing me, through your eyes.
I cant afford crying and feeling a 'nothing".
Even if it is for just one moment...its one moment I dont need.
It took me too much work to find some sence of well being, with myself.
To get rid of all the garbage that was thrown to me.
And you knew that.
You were the first guy I opened up and made love to.
Talked to.
I liked you. I really did.
You were sweet when you were not a prick.
The first that stroked my cheek and touched me inside, in a long long time.
And of course the only one who could have hurt me where it hurts the most.
I started to care about you, thats why I stopped sleeping with you.

I value your opinion and enjoy your company.

Obviously I give you headaches, and irritate something in you cause the way you ve been talking to me was increasingly "καπως"...but still you were here for me...

Ah...Its too confusing to get into!
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It got too close to my scars tonight.


I just cant afford this.




You 're right.
It does feel like war.



I just wish someone had told me.



















Lili