Rein

I got a random call from the ex tonight, asking me out to dinner. Being the mental case that I am, I agreed to go. Everything seemed fine, until again with the same questions, the same behaviour patterns repeating themselves. I wanted to ask him, how many more times will you make me crucify you? How many until you are satisfied? What do you want from me? A t-shirt? 'I survived him'. Or is it that you're desperate to make this bigger than it is, to have a story you can tell later in life? Whatever it is, I'm sick of it. So cut it the fuck out.