There's always that nagging little bitch in the back of my head reminding me that I am just a fill in until something else comes along. Notice I didn't say something better?
Doesn't she realize, she always comes back to me? Or am I just that stupid, that I let her use me over and over and then discard me when she thinks she's found true love?
Oy.
I need to not think. It's soooo much better when I don't think. :)
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