Just a piece of goddamn meat. After 4 years I'm still just a piece of goddamn Sunday meat.
And sometimes I need that too, it's not all one way. But I think I'm getting tired of it. At the very least, we should just call it what it is: friends with benefits.
I think to myself, "while I'm in Chicago, either I'm with him or I'm alone." And that's the truth of it. I ain't gonna be starting any new relationships as long as I stay in this City. So maybe it's time to start packing.
I hurt a lot right now.