Hubris

Sunday, March 14th, 2000

I was never bulemic by lifestyle, yet I find when I get really really upset I do throw up, so maybe the potential’s still there.

So you’ll fuck me while I’m barely coherant, begging you to hurt me and treat me like a whore because I’m freaked out over some past incident, but when I need reassurances, and genuine affection, you tell me I disgust you, and tell me to fuck off?

And I thought I was selfish.