because destroying your life is more fun, and theres less tears

Life was so much easier when i played the slut, home wrecker, whore or whatever your choice of words. My character was simple, have fun, care less, deal with the consequences to my actions in future years. Well now the past is starting to catch up with me and it aint no fun. However far i run, my ex seems to be waiting casually around each major corner. And my will power just keeps getting weaker with age. I like my current beau alot more than i intended to, but like isn't love, and isn't love the reason we wake up in the morning? The reason we live our lives? The solution to this problem would be to allow myself to fall deeply for the current squeeze, but he will never love me and even me in my nievity will refuse to bet on a dying horse. So it is break up with them both and hope that all is not lost, or surf the wave of fun, free, and happiness that is my early 20's fling and wait for the depressive stage of loneliness to kick in until i eventually give up on my heart and settle in to the destructiveness of love with my ex. Whatever happens,