letting go

i tend to hold onto people like old stuffed toys, as if they hold some sort of sentimental value. in particular the most horrible of people.

HISTORY LESSON ONE: there ones was a boy (lets call him pretzel). i am constantly under his spell and i have no idea why. the pattern goes as follows - talk, joke, flirt, go out, get attached, get hurt, hate. this has repeated multiple times. love how my stupidity has its way with me and fucks me over.

LESSON TWO: there once was another boy (lets call him little jay). he is the closest thing i have had to a soul mate, if that is even possible at seventeen, we tried the whole friendship thing after many great conflicts and childish lovegames - we both got hurt when we should have just let it go.

LESSON THREE: the boy with the heanie, again, douche. should have let go - he was always going to cause trouble.


note to self: im seeing a pattern occuring...
and: try refrain from doing this again in the future.