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i just got dumped last night. and i live with my boyfriend... er, sorry... ex boyfriend. i haven't told anyone, because when i call any of my friends, they just bombard me with their problems and so i have to be their sounding board. and then i feel awkward bringing it up, so i don't tell them. i think this is funny. but, depressing mostly.
i'm moving to california.
i was planning on doing so, but now i need to get the fuck out of here. its torture. i could get over it and stop crying if i didn't live here. if i didn't have to hear him invite his friends over & have a good ole time in the living room. which, i cant escape because one of my "walls" that separates my room from the living room, is really just a curtain.
this is supposed to make me stronger, right? but all its doing is making me look like a baby racoon, or cat, or, anything that's born with its eyes closed. because crying sucks. in more ways than one. and talking sucks. and breathing sucks. and having to go to work at 8am the day after you got dumped, sucks.
i'm moving to california.
i was planning on doing so, but now i need to get the fuck out of here. its torture. i could get over it and stop crying if i didn't live here. if i didn't have to hear him invite his friends over & have a good ole time in the living room. which, i cant escape because one of my "walls" that separates my room from the living room, is really just a curtain.
this is supposed to make me stronger, right? but all its doing is making me look like a baby racoon, or cat, or, anything that's born with its eyes closed. because crying sucks. in more ways than one. and talking sucks. and breathing sucks. and having to go to work at 8am the day after you got dumped, sucks.