Friday, 26 September 2014

Story left untold

I realized I stopped writing cause people hating on me made me feel like I was crazy. I'm not crazy. I'm me and fucking proud of me. 

I just had a friend tell me that I should only divulge my story on date let's say 5/6.  She's like it's traumatic!

I wonder how my story reflect's upon me. I'm talking to this guy. He has all the whit to keep me enertained. He makes me laugh. He has all the right words. He's been in a long term relationship and seems to hold her in high esteme. I held up the pretence cause in a normal situation I would have always valued Robert. I can not seem bitter. 

My past scares me. My story taints me. I feel like it might be a story better left untold.