So I went out with the ex tonight. The breakup was ugly and why I continue to try to want to be his friend .. I don't know. Maybe I'm more a masochist than I even realized. The night went well for the most part... easy conversation, yet the whole time I was thinking how one sided. Me asking all the questions, me digging for ... I don't even know. So the passive-agressiveness kicks in .. I blew it again.
It's so not fair sometimes. "I'm not emotionally available" .. yet you are so emotionally available for the next girl that comes along. What the fuck? Was any of it real? What were lies and what weren't? What's so awful about me? Am I that ugly? or such a bad person? I intentions are always from the heart yet they often misconstrued in ways that I could have never anticipated.
Why do I even bother trying .. life is heck of loss complicated not even trying sometimes, well at least its less complicated.
Builder the walls higher.