So yesterday was blatantly awful. Everything hit me like getting blindsided by a bus. I really thought today would be better but sometimes it's the days that you think are fine that shit really sneaks up on you.
I thought I was over you, apparently I'm not.
I thought you'd give us time, eventually another chance, apparently I was wrong.
I thought you talking to other chicks wouldn't bother me this much, apparently it bother's me a whole fucking lot.
Thank you for saying and doing all the right things and thank you for dicking me over like I expected, we both know I saw it coming.
I said I've been hurt worse and that's true in some aspect but I never thought that you would hurt me and that's what makes this so unbearable.
You should be an actor because you fooled me entirely too well.
I fucking hate that my blog has turned in to a self-pity party because of you.
It's fucking pathetic.
You wont talk to me even though that's what I need more than anything.
We both thought I was done with you.
Apparently we were wrong.
Riddle me this Batman, why the fuck am I never good enough for anyone?
I promise you my next blog will be insightful and well written, tonight I'm just too fucking tired.
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It's times like these when I truly hate men. Well, I suppose it's kind of poetic for us to have two best friends hurt us both.
ReplyDeleteI can't stand how L makes you feel. I really think the best thing for you to do is try to separate yourself from him for a bit. If you see him as much as you do right now you're just going to get that continuous feeling of shit :/