Oakleigh
As the icy water from the shower hits my skin, a pool of tears forms at my feet. I can't believe I let him touch me again. How could I be so weak? I promised myself that I would never let him hurt me again, but my body and heart crave him like a drug. It's like I have no control over myself. The only thing keeping me sane is my head, but even that's starting to slip. He walked away from me and I'm trying to hold onto my anger, but it's slipping through my fingers like sand. I can feel myself falling for him all over again, and this time I don't think I'll be able to climb back up.
Ugh, I seriously can't deal with this anymore. I've got to summon up some freakin' courage to put an end to this crap. It's not just about staying physically safe; it's about remembering that I deserve
