Mar 14, 2010 23:15
all i want to do right now is write nasty emails to every man who has ever been mean to me and blame them for what they made me turn into, and how much I hate myself because I was in love with them.
Now that those words are out of my body, I feel better.
I've been doing research like a CIA spy on the current life of Pete. If he is still reading this, Hi! I talk to your friends about you to find out how you are! I still wish you would take better care of yourself and I think you're an asshole for how poorly you choose your actions, what you eat, and leaving me.
This is so old.
I had a great weekend. Fujan was here and I felt like myself again. It was like a reminder of who I wanted to be, based on what I thought me should be, before and without all the rest of it that covers a person and makes them seem less real, less sincere. Like my job and my umbilical cord in Batavia and my batavia friends.
One thing I hold on tightly to is the idea that a fat, clinically depressed, uneducated and yellow-bellied epileptic dumped me for beer and alone time. I consider it a gift. I can do better.
I can do a lot better than him.