him

i'm not ready for jokes yet, he hurts me, i dont know why, cause i know i'm so much better than that, tham him.
But some how, he hurts me.
I have the tendency to believe that it's that genetics thing, as the book says, cause there are no reasonable explanaitons fron how i felt. And fron how it still afects me, all my decisions, every single tinny one is based on how to not get hurt again, never again.
I hope the ring he gave to her turns her finger green, I hope they die, so I will move on with my life.