--after me there should be no more.

relationships are funny sometimes. sometimes no matter how torn apart it is, you just feel like you can always fix it.

then there comes a day where your relationship is like an old building in a big city. you dont want to tear it apart because it has a massive historical value. but you sure as hell dont wanna live in it. it's unsafe, and it could crumble anytime.

mine's almost like that. why do i say almost?
because its not.

im rebuilding it, piece by piece.

why do i always talk about myself and my seemingly mediocre life?
there sure are bigger things than me. but my life is what i know most of. im living in my own snowglobe, bitches.

last nite i had to do what i had to do. my baby is worth all the trouble. im stooping down to a level where i had to personally tell off another girl.

man ive done that twice.

fuck. what the hell do you take me for?

i know im not perfect. i lie and cheat and have been the third person a couple of times. im one selfish slut-whore.

but who isnt?

im just trying to change. cliche as it may seem, it's plausible.