sometimes i wonder about my first love. i hope he's miserable. he made me miserable. and 2 years later, im still trying to sort out and learn to trust people because of his shit. what an asshole. and the other side of me hopes he's ok. it hopes we can be good friends, and only friends, no benefits, somewhere along the road. ugh. now i know how why my paretns say that life was much easier when you're a kid. does this mean i don't want to grow up and be mature? Confess ID: dmfpche1        Posted On: 07-Jul-2008