The imaginary limp
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Today a coworker seemed distracted and upset about boy related problems, so in an attempt to relieve her troubles another coworker started asking me to recap my disastrous dating history. Yeah this past year and half has been pretty lame and seeing it dissected is no good. Neither is pulling up my ex on facebook and seeing him all happy with his new girl doing all the fun summer trips we were doing last year together. I'm really over him, but seeing all his great friends and remembering how awesome that social group was - makes me feel like I lost something. I miss Rose, British, big Thomas, Big Matt, Stuckey and Adele. SO that bummed me out.
If she spins fast enough than maybe the broken pieces of her heart will stay together
But any gyroscope can't spin forever
I hate when I slow down enough to feel the burn of the past. I hate when people ask me questions which open up old sores. I'm happy right now, leave me alone. Don't remind me of all those past occasions when I wasn't good enough or worth it.