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Insanity
I’m insane.
The saying goes, “Insanity is repeating the same things, expecting a different outcome”
So, yes. I’m insane.
I haven’t written about it, because I was trying to keep it inside. I was trying to deny what I was feeling. Knowing in my heart I was making the same mistake. There’s only 2 reasons I’ve let this happen again. I either like being hurt, or I’m insane. I’d rather the reason to be insanity. Hurt from betrayal is so profound. I don’t like the feeling at all. But I keep going back for more.
I guess because My Muse Is A Narcissist.
Hopefully, this was the last time.
A year ago, a familiar number popped up on my phone. I answered it. Well, I answered with “What the fuuuck??” And he said “Hello?” I laughed. I asked him what happened. Did his girlfriend catch him cheating? Are the camgirls too expensive now? Did he run out of women to lie to for a minute? I told him “I have left you alone. Why are you calling?” He said “I miss you. I haven’t been on any dating sites or Twitter or anything like that anymore. Give me another chance?”
Then he proceeded to gaslight me, telling me it was “only” the camgirls, no ‘actual’ women for relationships. I told him I wasn’t interested in his lies. Then I made the fatal mistake. I told him I’d talk to him as a friend. I didn’t…
