It’s funny isn’t it.
That first guy who has ever shown interest in me,
My first boyfriend,
My first kiss,
My first everything,
cheats on me.
It really f*cking hurts.
I thought that maybe for once I was good enough for someone.
I guess I thought wrong.
And it’s a shame I ever believed I was.
I guess I just come off as too naive or gullible.
That must be why all the a*sholes like me.
Or maybe those are the only people I deserve.
Or the only people I’ll be able to get.
I just thought he was different.
He would open the door for me,
He always held my hand and cuddled me,
He got along with my friends.
This type of thing f*cks with your trust and self worth.
And I can’t believe he would do something like this to me.
He’s a cheat.
A lying, dirty, no good cheat.
And I can’t believe that I got sucked up into his trap.
I really hate love.
Just like love seems to hate me.