I knew I shouldn't have gone to his facebook, but it was like a slow-moe car accident. You see it coming, and u know u should move, but u don't.
I saw his, and his girlfriends. Fucking want to crawl in a hole and die.
Why do I build up what we had and who we were?
He was a dick. I was a bitch. We broke up. We r over. Let it die. I need to let it go.
Not like I don't have guys who hover and r attracted and want me. No, I don't like those guys. I like to fixate on the assholes.
But as much as it hurt, I needed it.
It is much better to wrap myself in righteous anger than it is to wallow in self pity.
Like my new roll dog, Lu said..."get over it"
Time to nut up, or shut up.
- Meow
