I'm SOOOO fucking tired.

I'm tired as fuck.

And I'm irritated because I let myself get this way.

I knew what I was doing, and I saw the shit coming.

But I went with it anyway.

Note to self: next time you're so fuckin' unsure, don't jump in head first.

I keep saying I'm so through with love.

I need to just chill.

Wait for God to send my man and shit.

But then something gets dangled in front of me and before I can go forward prayerfully like I know I should, I'm like "Well maybe I'll just test the waters on this one."

And then the shit is scalding fucking hot.

You would think I'd learn.

I'm making excuses for my behavior and seeing signs. Calling little things signs and paying them too much attention.

Shit I was so excited to just have a saved man in my life I forgot his ass was human. Didn't think he would be in the same place I am.

But then he was.

And I was fucked, again.