Back in Arizona.

So, I'm back. I don't like talking about it or getting into because well...It's my story to keep to myself. Those who need to know what happened do, and those who don't and think they do can bite me. It's as simple as that. Don't ask me about it, and don't ask me if I'm ok. What the hell do you think? I'm heart broken, I don't sleep well, and I hate myself...Hmmm....Would you be ok? I'm as best as I fucking can be so stop asking me damn it! Sorry but I am getting so sick of that question...The lowered voice and that doe eye look people give me like if they talk too loud or act like THEMSELVES I'm going to have a break down. How many of you have seen me cry? What three of you? Yeah, that's what I thought, I don't break down, I hold it in and let it eat away at my soul. Don't like how I deal with things? So sorry, I want to hate right now, I want to hurt because I want to REMEMBER to never let this happen again. Not be babied and treated like a child. I made my damn choice and I do not regret a damn moment of it. I love him. I don't regret that and I don't regret moving out there so just bite me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I'm sorry but I HAD to get that out.