2006-07-13
Why I hate MySpace:
Lately, I've been feeling pretty damn good. Work had been alright, I just got new haircut....things were beginning to look up. And then, I had to push it. I just had to look John up on My Space (because it's just a must for all psychotic ex-girlfriends) and found the best way to ruin a good day: finding out that he's dating someone.
It's been over a year. A year. I thought I was ok with it, but the moment I read that I felt the familiar cold tingle run up my neck and immediately burst into tears.
It's not him. I don't miss him. I don't want to be with him. By why does he get to move on and be happy with someone and I have to be the one who still quantifies everything in my life against our breakup, still making it an extra detail about myself? Why do I have to hang onto every damn bad thing that's ever happened to me and carry it around like some sort of emotional crazy bag lady? And most of all, why doesn't anyone like me? Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Sigh.
Ok, I think I'm done. Now, there's a big bottle of booze in the freezer calling my name.
corin82 at 8:36 p.m.