The End.

Hopefully, this is the end of any more future writings.

Despite writing being an outlet for me to express my feelings, and/or angst, I feel it’s best to NOT write anymore.

It’s no secret that I wear my heart on my sleeve which clearly spells out my feelings, so I don’t need to memorialize them, in writing.  Although, no one sees my writings it still makes me feel stupid for liking and loving those, who hurt me.
 

They say the first cut is the deepest, and quite frankly, I agree.  This is the first cut in some capacity, on the other side of the spectrum, and it comes with repeated cuts and slices.  I don’t know maybe it’s me but, I thought when someone projected something, let’s say friendly for a lack-of-a better term, it’s not supposed to hurt you.  However, it’s obvious that something lies within me that I fall for those who ALWAYS end up hurting, my feelings. 

I mean, there’s obviously something special about this individual and they affect me in a certain way, sexually, among other things.  And it mind-boggles mean how they took to the dashboard, which WOW, sent me into such a pleasure dome.  Then there was Saturday, with the lip pulling and I do believe that’s a pleasurable suggestion, and consequently, I can’t stop fantasizing about the individual and their signs of pleasurable suggestion.  But, at the same time, I am hurting because obviously I made a fool out of myself falling for this individual and perhaps, they think it’s humorous.

I just hope I find someone that has the same affect, ALL the way around, that the individual has on me.  This individual has some type of magic over me, a calming effect.  But for now, I don’t want to be with anyone because I’m TIRED of getting HURT by people.  Hopefully, if I get the urge to write, I refrain.