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Let's rewind.

I'm one traumatized bytch. One overly protective jealous psycho at times board-line crazy Girl.
Is it wrong? absolutely NO. I love who I am and have no shame in being who I am.
But that's the thing. That's not who- I honestly am. Thats who I've become. Who I been molded to be because of Ass 1,2,3.  Before the BS I was probably the chillest, funniest, artistic chica.
So, how many of us, are ourselves ? Is the first guy who we truly love, the only one's that known us?
Is everyone else after cheated? Crazy how the efforts in us trying to stay intact actually are the reason we are falling apart. We are living our lives making sure to never be soo--dam naive. But in it we cheat ourselves into thinking being guarded is the only way to live? Of course, life isn't about dicks. but lets face it.. It's a good portion of it. and we can stunt that there is more to it..but we all want to go home to our person. We all want security. But for traumatized freaks like me..We make sure we don't get it. So we build walls and make everyone our friend. Can't trust anyone and get labeled..Crazy.
When you play the game. and been played.. you learn anyone can do anything. Anyone can take your soul and wear it as a shoe lace. So, is being crazy protective ruining my chance in moving forward. Hell f-ing Yes.

Hoboken

Three gorgeous women sipping on Margaritas. Mature, educated, morals, protective and above all real. Real enough to recognize a game, play it and walk out with pockets full. So, how is it that us 3 remain to have such bad luck in the cards we pick. Of course, we don't lose because we remain to keep our poker face.
Dropping  bets here and there. And when we invest enough to win it over.
We get up and leave.
Days, later we find that leaving was the best thing because they were cheating the whole time.

 We try to keep it positive but smart enough to keep numbers on the side. Addicted to defending our hearts. Addicted to always thinking the worst. So, when the worst comes. It was never that serious. We expected that. And yes we will miss you, maybe a tear will fall. But at the end of the day we expected this. We left with feelings invested enough, to leave with some profit. Instead of being played by the dealer.
Call us moody, indecisive, I call it counting cards. With no distractions we end up winning, when counting right.