I can’t help it, that one little minor incident, will continue to bother me. My mind tells me I can no longer trust her. Although she hasn’t given me a reason not to besides the one thing. Which happened when we were broken up. I feel like I am so easy to replace. Im not special. Or needed. She doesn’t need me. To be honest she’s so pretty she could have anyone. Maybe she’s just fucking with me. Maybe this was all doomed from the start. I guess only time will tell.