im near certain that i was an object of convinience.
tonight wasnt merely a "bad night"
it was a "planned night"
a whole fucking soap opera spelled out in real life.
dramatic twists and turns that are created for me, by her.
and i have to live and evolve in and around whats given.

i always thought of one real love as true. mainly because i was told to, and that its a pretty optimistic thinking for someone who is currently lacking in the opposite sexage. but its more of like just a massive orgy on a lake.
people are there. theyre convinient. i get to get MINE and SHOW OFF in the process. right on.... or something.