Whenever I’m with that ginger boy his roommates/cousins never have a part, but it’s like the moment he breaks up with me there will be a party, guaranteed. Oh and on top of having a party: ALL my friends are invited, except for me, every time. Even the girls his cousin has slept with and completely make the time awkward, and the couples who have broken up only weeks ago and still cause tension from across campus? But I’m not ever invited. This is crap.

Thanks mom for making me walk a mile in this! You’re the best! By the way, I still haven’t eaten yet!

Can this week seriously get worse?

First my relationship, now my car. The day couldn’t get very much worse.

Don’t “God bless me” lady. I didn’t sneeze and I’m not exactly in a “christian” mood today. So take your blessings and give them to someone else. Kthanksbye.

said Alfred Lord Tennyson.

I’ve never liked this quote. Whether in love, out of love, the breaker, or breakee, or even if it were mutual. The fact is, these words are crap.

Oh yes the question begs: Are you not enthralled by the fact you know what wholeness feels like now?

NO. I. AM. NOT.

It hurts — like hell I might add — I would have been a happy kitty roaming around content with the fact that I would never have to feel an emptiness caused by someone else’s hand. Yes, yes, yes, I would most likely feel the tinge of need for a love greater than my friends and family, but I think that slight tinge would be nothing compared to the hollowness I feel now.

I gave it my all. I worked on moving from the past. I learned to become a little more patient. I did everything I could, because anything less wasn’t enough for me to give. And now I’m left with the feeling that giving it my all and doing everything I could just wasn’t good enough. I’m not worth anything to plan for, to work for, to care for.

So Lord Tennyson. Eff You. Your hoity toity tush can go love all it wants cause apparently you’ve never been hurt. So congratulations.