Sunday, March 30, 2014
Pacing Pacing Pacing
Jon, I seriously don't like the way you are touching me for yourself now. You think you are mucho swavay, but you're not. I see how you want to corner me with your tough man game and knowing what some my emotions are, or you are arrogantly lying about who I am that much more. Yes, this is still a failed structure for you to think you win because of the emotional victim that I am. I could have more argumentative remarks to make, but I'm just not going to go there yet. I seriously want to solve my problem and don't care to create additional rabbit trails. I know I have been straight and to the point to keep refusing you, but it is just not working. pacing pacing pacing. I can't stand the way you think you deserve me. I can't stand what your hands still are or that they are still even on your arms at all. I know you're not coming to your senses with me. Don't you dare think you own me like that. I hate your guts.
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