Sorry you saw the bruise. I know I should get mad that he does this shit, but I don’t have anyone but him, or you.
He yells at me a lot more than people know.
That’s the break you get sometimes.
He’s really cool sometimes but sometimes, well, he’s not. He gets an attitude, and I get to a breaking point.
I stick up for myself; (not always a perfect lady when I get pissed!)
Then he beats the fuck out of me. lending an ear and such.
He’s mad now because I told him I can no longer buy him ciggarettes or beer.
I can’t pay my car insurance and if I don’t, well….
He told me to go fuck myself. Sometimes I think I’d be better off not caring.
He is a great friend, I think.
He’d do anything for anybody right?
I still don’t think that he should hit me or anybody else. His doctor told me that he would get mean. (Seizures)
You know. I mean, how real is this? THIS SUCKS.
No, but honestly, I love the guy. Maybe it’s me.
I bought a twenty five dollar tire for my old Mustang today and a pack of smokes for him.
-He’s in the other room.
He cooked chicken he bought with his food card and now he’s ignoring me.
I’ve tried all of my emotional gadgets-when am I gonna get a break?
Thanks for all that you do
Maybe one day we’ll meet in New York for a steak sandwich and a copy of the funny papers.
All My Love-
Sometimes we are just damn damned. Loves.