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So its Wednesday and Dan is still MIA. No calls, nothing. The outer shell of me wants to pretend that I'm pissed as fuck and show nothing but anger towards him, but honestly, I can't seem to pull that character off.
I'm hurt. I'm hurting. My fucking heart is broken. He told me everything I wanted to hear to make me feel completely comfortable with him, and then one day...he just bailed and I'm supposed to just be okay with that?
I don't know how to explain this right now. I feel like no one really wants to hear about it. I was just doing so well. My life was finally starting to make some sense. Now I'm back at square one with all the other suck ass bastards on the planet.
I hate everything. And if it wasn't for booze, I'd be a LOT worse than this.
Bottoms up, you fucking pieces of shit.
I'm hurt. I'm hurting. My fucking heart is broken. He told me everything I wanted to hear to make me feel completely comfortable with him, and then one day...he just bailed and I'm supposed to just be okay with that?
I don't know how to explain this right now. I feel like no one really wants to hear about it. I was just doing so well. My life was finally starting to make some sense. Now I'm back at square one with all the other suck ass bastards on the planet.
I hate everything. And if it wasn't for booze, I'd be a LOT worse than this.
Bottoms up, you fucking pieces of shit.