when you find you, come back to me

Two things. We have a new dog, Jasper. He's ten weeks, part beagle, and asleep next to me.
Soooo cute.

Next.
FUCK YOURSELF. FUCKING FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING ASS HOLE. Don't make me out to be the bad guy here, you KNEW I had a boyfriend, I TOLD you OVER AND FUCKING OVER than this wasn't going to work, that Nick and I had an apt, you kept saying it was fine, and then when I say, "look...no..." it's (jasper put his head on the keyboard) all "nice guys finish last" and "i have so many regrets, i cried.." And I can apologize over and fucking over, and now I'm done. I'm done feeling like shit, I'm done worrying about you, done done done. When you can get a grip, text me and we'll hang. But I'm not going to sit here and let you talk to me on your high horse like I'm some bitch who fucked you over. News flash, I had a boyfriend. And news flash, you knew.
I love you, I never lied about that. But it's not some simple hollywood movie where things go okay for the hero in the movie. Things are complicated, and to be honest, I don't know if I CAN be with you, or anyone forever.
Once a cheater, always a cheater. Seriously.
I miss you a lot, but not like this.



Jasper...is so cute. I wish Colbie didn't hate him.
-embee