So this sucks
You know that feeling when someone breaks up with you and you're really hurt and kind of hate them, but you still hope they'll come back to you? Well I'm done with that.
It was bad enough that we he's chicken shit enough to break up with me in a text message. It was bad enought that then he insisted on coming to my house and talking about it. It was bad enough that when I finally told him I loved him, he said I didn't. It was bad enough that everyone's walking on eggshells around me. It's bad enough that he was so fucking sad when I said I couldn't be friends with him. It was bad enough that I knew seeing him was unavoidable.
All that said, I was ok. I'm normally stoic so everyone kind of freaked out when I was so upset and that was hard. ALL THAT SAID. I did not. DID NOT, need to find out, on valentine's day, and coincedently the 4 month anniversary of our first kiss, that he cheated on me. YEAH. He broke up with me because he thought he could do better, with this other girl who now wants no part of it. He hooked up with her at a fucking church fund raiser. So here's another reason I hate orgainized religion.
Naturelly I didn't find this out from him. No. OBVIOUSLY. It was entirely necesary that I hear bits and pieces of it from his friends and then I have to have two of my best friends tell me. "I guess he thought he could do better than you. But Zoe he really can't", yeah thanks Scotty I think there's a compliment hidden in there somewhere. So guess what Brian? I'm not friends with people I can't trust, so friendship? I don't fucking think so. I hate seeing pity in someone else's eyes.
But I'm going to look fucking amazing tomorrow, and he can go fuck himself because I'm never going to.
It was bad enough that we he's chicken shit enough to break up with me in a text message. It was bad enought that then he insisted on coming to my house and talking about it. It was bad enough that when I finally told him I loved him, he said I didn't. It was bad enough that everyone's walking on eggshells around me. It's bad enough that he was so fucking sad when I said I couldn't be friends with him. It was bad enough that I knew seeing him was unavoidable.
All that said, I was ok. I'm normally stoic so everyone kind of freaked out when I was so upset and that was hard. ALL THAT SAID. I did not. DID NOT, need to find out, on valentine's day, and coincedently the 4 month anniversary of our first kiss, that he cheated on me. YEAH. He broke up with me because he thought he could do better, with this other girl who now wants no part of it. He hooked up with her at a fucking church fund raiser. So here's another reason I hate orgainized religion.
Naturelly I didn't find this out from him. No. OBVIOUSLY. It was entirely necesary that I hear bits and pieces of it from his friends and then I have to have two of my best friends tell me. "I guess he thought he could do better than you. But Zoe he really can't", yeah thanks Scotty I think there's a compliment hidden in there somewhere. So guess what Brian? I'm not friends with people I can't trust, so friendship? I don't fucking think so. I hate seeing pity in someone else's eyes.
But I'm going to look fucking amazing tomorrow, and he can go fuck himself because I'm never going to.