Random Self-Quarrells and arguments.

The Filth

She stands there. In a negative, judging stance. I'm overwhelmed with anger and other emotions. She looked me over muttering nonsense. I feel like running, hiding, cowering away into the dark, damp shallows that are my girlfriends coldhearted, unloving arms. No. I couldn't. Wouldn't. WON'T. He betrayed me. She used me. That asshole even abused me. He abused me by wasting my time, and you want be for my body!? For the drama? Maybe even for the false popularity? Cold. That's what you are and I see it all now. I should have listened to what your un-loyal friends told me. Well Im leaving you now, after all the BS we went through. Thanks to you Im crying my eyes out every time I hear your name. I see you with your other newer man getting handsy, going a little too far. I told you we should wait till were married way back when, and behind my back you gave me the finger. Our relationship must mean nothing niw because you dont even try to conceal your secret. Every night when you leave the heat of our home... I know where you go. Your a flithy bastard and I would tell you this... but your fake love is the the only thing keeping me from giving up. If you leave then Ill leave my existence behind. I have no choice but either way, Im dying inside.