Aug 08, 2011 20:08
Been about a year since I've been in New Orleans.
Been about a year since I came home to my "Dear Mick" letter.
I think I did the right thing.
I didn't get angry.
I didn't demand people stop being friends with her.
I didn't make angry phone calls/text messages/e-mails.
I got my heart ripped out, spat upon and kicked away, and what was the response I heard?
"Oh, poor Jessie is really hurt by the breakup. She's heartbroken!"
...
Two, exactly two people came to my side in all of this.
Two, exactly two people took the time to call me, and ask me how I was doing.
Two, exactly two people got me out of the house and active.
And now one of them doesn't even talk to me anymore.
Ah well.
Hit the gym, lift some weights, take the hits and move forward.
March or die.
so they say,
i had a heart once