The twinge of pain when I hear about your true feelings from someone else you opened up to instead of me.
The twist in my gut when I hear about how you are saying you just want to go out and fuck other guys.
The tug on my heart when I find out you don’t consider us to be a couple when you’ve been telling me we’re still together and how much you love me.
This is not okay.
Your dishonesty and unwillingness to be truthful with me, coupled with what you tell others…
It cuts so deep.
My psyche is torn, a stark streak of discolored diseased flesh living inside me.
This is not okay.
Ah, who am I kidding.
I never stand up for myself, why start now?
Short, pointless talk. She fell asleep. I’m doing homework on the floor.
Ditch plans without directly telling me so, okay. Sucks, but it happens.
Hang out with another friend to help your mood improve, no big deal. I get it.
Get drunk and mood gets better and then worse, I’ve been there. Yeah, understandable.
Text me to come hang out after all this so I can make you feel better, no thank you. I have school studying to take care of.
Even this never self-serving individual has his limits.
Sorry.
Fuck you math book. There is NO way that the answer in the back for this problem is correct.
I’m 600% done with this term.
