i'll be your boomerang, every fucking time.

and here I am again. Back in the place that three days ago, I was free of. He was a dick, and I know just as my life starts returning to it's previous state, he will return, fuck up my mind and my life and me, being the douche I am, will run back to him like a boomerang infactuated by it's owner. I really hope this isn't the case. I'm fed up of men, dominating my life. Yet, I'll welcome them in, butter them up then fudge up everything that looks like it is going well. It always happens. This is my life. Oh the joys. If only things were simple. Just once. If only I could make my mind up, act on it and actually stick to that decision, regardless of the consequences. I moan about men, but let's face it, I'm pretty sure a dude is hidden inside me, waiting to hurt the world. Fan-fucking-tastic.