And to prove myself right once again along comes Mister Four...he ought to realise what he's in for, the reason we're even in this together is because I tried to warn him off me...
I realised my subconscious wish to get a paw tattooed on my arm meant something more than just my symbolic representation of an animal i love...
I'm a dog.
Not in any good sense of the word.
I was labelled a dog at school before anyone even knew me as a person. Looks like it wasn't just a childish insult after all.
I play people, I don't mean to but it happens. And I don't stop it happening.
I'm almost 99.9% certain I was put on this earth to play havok with people's personal lives.
I get people to trust me and then I bite the kind hand who nurtured me in my time of need. I'm no more than a common stray looking for a free meal and some love and when I get it I'm so scared I turn and bite what or who ever is closest.
I'm a mangy, flea-ridden, whore, dog c**t and I wouldn't know how to be anything else if you treated me like I had the potential.
Please. Beware. Don't feed the animal.
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I want to be a queen in somebody's life, I want to be owned, cared for, appreciated, completely looked after and loved like I am the only person in the world...I wish a guy able to fulfil those desires was real...I feel so selfish but its what I want...I want someone to care about me so much they growl at me for not looking after myself...
And I want to feel such strong emotions for him too...I want the person I marry to be everything to me, I want him to be my world...
Ok I probably shouldn't have scared him like I did but if he truly feels this way, maybe the future is best left to imagination?
I understand he's likely still in shock, perhaps I should remain unassuming until we have a chance to speak...
And once again fate would have me writhing in pain lest I forget how it feels to be rejected...
Round and round the garden
Like a teddy bear
One step
Two step
Shoot me in the head...
To my utmost excitement and joy he finally says he "thinks he's in love with me" but on past accounts of endearment and then rejection how seriously does he think I'm going to take him?
No doubt his current home life leaves much to be desired but does that make his statement any more true?
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