Something for me

This is biased.
You fucking jerk, how dare you take away the ONE thing that I have had this whole time, the ONE piece of myself that I have had the luxury of sharing with those I trust and love.
I can't bring myself to change the URL, amphitriti is me and I am her. 
It's my fault, putting my trust in technology that way, believing that I was safe.
This is not perhaps fair of me, I know, blaming you for all this.
But your smug comments make my stomach turn.  I am happy now, was happier last night than I have been in  weeks.  Let me have the space to learn how to trust again.  Let me live. 
He is good to me and good for me.
Let's be serious, I still dream of being published.  Someday maybe you will read a short story about a blue-eyed heartless boy and you'll think perhaps it's you.  That's not what scares me.  What scares me is giving you access.  Here, I am nothing but myself.  Here, I am naked.  I don't want to become a peep show. 
Erica
Adrienne
Jon
Nico
Babs,
they know me and trust me and I trust them.  I don't trust you, I'll never be able to trust you.  So please, just let me have this.  It's one of the only pieces of good that came out of that spring, and I want to keep it for my own.

Betting on the odds

I'm sorry that sometimes I tend to go a little crazy.
I hope I haven't ruined things (again.)
I trust you, more then 80% of the time and that number is getting higher the more you remind me why I fell for you in the first place.  Luckily you tend to remind me daily.
You're still that guy.
I'm still that girl.
Let's beat the odds.