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Ok. Well the horrid conversation was not about me.
But we broke up later that night anyway.
I hate breaking up.
Especially when I have articles of his clothing here.
Only to torture myself with, of course.
I hate being alone in the house.
Especially knowing that I'm alone in all aspects.
Not only in the house.
I hate being intoxicated.
Especially when I leave confessions on his voicemail.
Only to humiliate myself tomorrow.
I hate yelling at Cassie's men on the side.
Even though the statement he threw in my face was true.
It was harsh and completely out of line.
The rebound sex I thought I deserved was stupid.
It was unsuccessful.
Not only did I taste like vomit...
But I found that no one kisses me like he did.
It wasn't the same..
Nothing is the same now...
It hinders almost every other aspect of my disgusting life...
And I hate that most of all.
I hope someone pees on me.
But we broke up later that night anyway.
I hate breaking up.
Especially when I have articles of his clothing here.
Only to torture myself with, of course.
I hate being alone in the house.
Especially knowing that I'm alone in all aspects.
Not only in the house.
I hate being intoxicated.
Especially when I leave confessions on his voicemail.
Only to humiliate myself tomorrow.
I hate yelling at Cassie's men on the side.
Even though the statement he threw in my face was true.
It was harsh and completely out of line.
The rebound sex I thought I deserved was stupid.
It was unsuccessful.
Not only did I taste like vomit...
But I found that no one kisses me like he did.
It wasn't the same..
Nothing is the same now...
It hinders almost every other aspect of my disgusting life...
And I hate that most of all.
I hope someone pees on me.