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I woke up to my girlfriend kissing me then giving me lovely sex.
I love summer.

PIKACHU!
I CHOOSE YOU!!

You make me happy.

I had a tall order for us.

I could not be happy with “us” 

Because I was so unhappy with myself.

I’m sorry; I was all our fault. 

I hope you don’t feel I was a waste.

I will never admit how much you still mean to me. 

I believe. 

I stood there, closing my eyes and felt the cascade of blows to my face.

As poised and rational as she can be this was her breaking point. I’d seen this many times before but never to a physical encounter. “Drinks will make you stupid” I thought as I allowed her to shout and call me a slew of names.
” You fucked me up!” she shrieked as my own breaking point peaked and I began to walk away.
Grabbing my shirt by the collar ” you look at me!”. Honestly, I didn’t want to. At all.
I was forced to look when she got a good hold of my jaw and spit in my face. “It’s okay” I thought. 
“Do you feel better?” I asked. By this time she was done thrashing about and had fallen to the floor. Still sobbing she looked up, muttered something I couldn’t understand and collapsed. 

I am so callous.

I feel nothing.

Ever.