i'm alone...it's still. I'M thinking, always thinking to myself & talking to myself...usually nothing that good.Tonight it was:
How sad & desperate & demeaning it was & very lonely,
me drunkenly laying there, letting all those men have at me,
( Well at least my orifices were worth something) .. replaying over and over again & again my abuse, only this time willingly, I guess...
trying to figure it out, but, what's the point?
That's just the way it was, that's what happened long ago ..
I'm much better off now, right?.. with my loving partner.
But still, more than not, I behave the same exact way, even with him.
Minus the booze..I'm still the same.