This is unedited....I'm working on it.
He was a blank slate, like a taxidermied corpse of the boy that once was, the one I fell so deeply in love with. It was Halloween. He was dusted (angel dust). I hated drugs. This was getting to be more than the occasional hippy trip. This was more than I could deal with. It was straight up drug addiction. What I would not deal with was taking off and sleeping at some random raver broad's house. Cheating on me with the new redhead at school from the midwest was also not something I was going to deal with. He had to go. I was sick of him screwing me like I was a blow-up doll, like I wasn't even there.
How can you make love to somebody so many times and then eff them like they are a ragdoll with no heart, no pulse, no breath. I'll tell you why. It was another girl, a girl who was willing to take a trip on the junkie roller coaster with him. Take him, I'm done. Eat me!
How could something so beautiful, so perfect be destroyed in one phone call? He asked me if I thought it was going to last forever in the most sarcastic of tones. I guess not. Eff you, and eff boys!
I was on a roaring rampage, headed for some seriously malicious self-destruction. In this state I could really fall victim to any d*ck-face with a heartbeat. It was on!
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