Every night out is the same lately. We’re all bored and lonely. We go to the same places and share our own personal struggles. I need something new. I need to be able to be free and celebrate it.
He said I was a friend he didn’t want to lose, but he just couldn’t love me like that. I told him to go. He wanted to come back and get his stuff. I told him to leave my key. The next day he said he wanted to come get his stuff, I said it would have to wait. I’m not scheduling shit for him. He should have grabbed all of it when he was leaving. I’ve been moving on with my life. I cried a little, but I have good friends and I’ve actually been getting over him. I’m not lonely, I’m not sad. He was a fucking douchebag( he actually made the statement “Your weight doesn’t bother me, but it bothers me,” a few weeks back). I should have dumped him a long time ago. Now he’s playing the whole “I’m hurting too,” role. I told him to grow the fuck up and get over himself. He can honestly go play in acid.