It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt... My mom used to say that often. Yet, maybe it's true.
Maybe - it's all fun and games, until I get hurt.
Until I realize that my BFWB, isn't my BF any longer, but he's now become just a guy I've known for a long time who loves my blowjobs and tits.
Until I realize that I would do anything in the world for the man I love, but he wouldn't for me and I need to stop loving him.
Until I realize that I think about a certain someone too much, but I can't let myself develop feelings for him.
Until I realize that a sort-of ex only wants fun and games out of me, but I'm think I'm realizing I need more than fun and games.
Keeping all this within my world is fun, lots of fun... but maybe it keeps me stagnant. Maybe it's the reason I haven't found the man who will love me the way I should be. Maybe I should end it all...
Are all my fun and games holding me back from something real happening?
Or am I complete emotional mess tonight and I'm blaming it on my fun and games... I assume time will tell.