Breakups suck and boys suck.
I lie to myself and say that there is nothing but apathy. But then the apathy turns into anger and the anger into a deeper hatred and frustration and depression and then I know that damn, he really fucked things up. I lie to myself and say that it was bound to happen and besides, I had already been thinking about an eventual break up more and more in my head. I lie to myself and say that things will be okay because I'll move on but right now things are too crazy for me to be so sure of anything. I lie to myself and say that he actually did like me. And that I actually did like him. I hate myself for lying.