SO – Basically I suck. I'm so sorry I never finished the last story (for those of you who read it.) Lets just say my inspiration was no longer. I will try to finish it, but I've moved on to another fiasco in my life. I will do my best to stick with this one, I promise. Here's a sneak peek !
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The masochist in me couldn't let go. I loved him, of that I entirely sure. But it went beyond that even – it was almost an addiction. I needed him. I needed to feel him, whether it was good or bad, happiness or pain, I fed off of anything he made me feel. I knew he was the one when I met him. October 25, 2008. The day my life changed forever. Alice wants me to leave him. Rosalie thinks he's worthless. Angela is … supportive in her way. Mainly, I think, because she can't bring herself to say anything bad about anyone. And I think she feels like I've deluded myself into really thinking that he makes me happy. So, the question remains – if I have to delude myself into thinking that we "work", if I'm willing to deal with the pain because at least I'm feeling something, then why am I still here? Because, need is a scary thing.
