Do I Dare?

I can’t decide if I want to write about last night or not.  So I think I’ll just outline incase I decide I want to remember it.

Phone conversations with him for 5 hours.  Range of emotions ran through him.  Some of the things he said:

-Definition of whore.  You are one.  Seriously, look it up in the dictionary.  That’s what you are.

-Fucking snake.  Fucking little girl.  Bullfuckingshit.  You’re a fucking snake…that’s what you are.

-Since you’re a whore and it’s purely physical, be with me.

-Even though you’re a whore, I’d still take you back.

-I dealt drugs a couple times while we were together.  I’ve been doing it since we broke up.  It’s all your fault I’m doing it now.  Hope you’re happy.

-A girl slept over but I couldn’t sleep with her.  I wanted it to be you.

-You got a fuck buddy so quickly after a serious relationship.  Your ‘reflecting’ turned you into a cold whore.  Dad would be proud.  You’re dead to me.

-I need you to come over.  I can’t breathe and my face is numb.  Please.  (after I said it’s 2am, I was sleeping, we talked for four hours and i got no homework done, i have a group assignment i have to put together, and i have two finals in two days) – Why don’t you care about me anymore?

I can’t take anymore. 

~Dora