So take me with you when you go, I don't want to stay here alone. Remember when we were golden? Yeah, that was a long time ago. You told me that you felt foolish, you stayed where you didn't belong. Well I don't want to be foolish, square peg in a round hole. Square peg in a round hole. You said that it was still stolen, but it just didn't beat any more. I guess that when it's done falling, it's just lying dead on the floor. Said if you want to be foolish, then you can go do it alone. Square peg in a round hole.

Sometimes the shoe fits, but I don't know if that means I should go shoving my foot into it and run the risk of blisters. I've grown just enough for this to be uncomfortable. Winnipeg is uncomfortable. Winnipeg remembers who I was, and tries to make me forget who I am.

I am not going to let myself be hurt any more.
I am done chasing after people who don't have the maturity to confront me and be honest with themselves and how they feel. Done chasing after people who wouldn't chase after me, people who avoid problems rather than facing and resolving them. People who expect more of me than they are willing to give.

I think I am done here.

You've been acting awful tough lately, smoking a lot of cigarettes lately, but inside you're just a little baby. Its okay to say you got a weak spot you dont always have to be ontop better to be hated than loved loved loved for what you're not. You're vulnerable, you're vulnerable, you are not a robot. You're lovable, so lovable, but you're just trouble.

I think I portray an image of myself that is less than desirable. Are all men slime, or do I only attract them because I appear to have no self-respect? I am a very sexual person, driven by passion and lust and I admit that I tend to end up in beds that aren't my own, beside men that I don't know very well. But I am passionate about my relationships, about being a good person, about self-improvement. Regardless, I am objectified by every man I ever meet, and being the common factor in all of these encounters I can only assume that it's my fault. 

Why don't men want anything more from me? Do I not deserve love?

I have learned my lesson. And I need to be okay.