| | I met a guy. About a month ago. His name was Alex and he was perfect.
We talked for hours every day and spent every possible moment together
and he said he loved me and I said I loved him and everything was a
motherfucking fairy tale, everything I've ever wanted and I had it.
Today he realized that he wasn't ready to get over his last girlfriend,
so now it's over. This is an accurate representation of life. Misery
-> ecstacy -> misery, etc etc etc. The sad part is, I'm used to
it. Sure, I screamed and cried and threw things against the wall (put a
good dent in my citrine/amethyst ring that has seemed to ruin 2
relationships already? fucking thing is cursed). But now I'm over it
and I'm nonchalantly organizing my friends on myspace.
I wish I could be mad at him, but I can't. He spent an hour on the
phone with me, crying with me and saying how sorry he was. It was easy
last time, when I could scream about how much of a fucking manwhore
bastard he was. But I can't do that this time. Fucking perfect bastard.
Gorgeous, perfect bastard.
Well, we must always look on a bright side, even when the dark side is
fucking us sideways up the ass. The bright side is, I've got back-up
plans (stfu, I'm not a whore, every girl has to make -plans-, yo). And
they better be at forensics tomorrow.
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| | Posted 2/5/2006 6:33 PM - 3 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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