I feel like shit shit shit shit. Let's recap: In the past two months I've met someone, started dated him, got into a relationship with him, and broken up with him! Yay! I am officially an ex-girlfriend. Life is wonderful. I really don't understand the point of relationships anyway. The other person inevitably stops feeling the same way that they did when they first met you. It's all fucking bullshit. And now all I want to do is make the other person feel as badly as I do. Have you ever felt like you are falling apart at the seams and all you want is to not exist anymore just so that you don't have to think and pretend to care anymore? I think that's why sleeping is so awesome. Too bad it doesn't come so easily anymore. Things I've learned about myself in the past two months: 1. I am incredibly jealous and neurotic. 2. I try very hard to make someone like me when I know they don't care anymore...but I think I already knew that. 3. I care a lot more than I want to. 4. There was a reason why I was afraid to get into relationships...because of this exact moment. My first broken heart...how cute and horribly nauseating. Check out the new Fall Out Boy song: It's the only thing that makes me happy right now. It's only half the song though...the other part is Pete screaming about ice-cream and shit. We take sour sips From life's lush lips We shake shake shake the hips In relationships Stop by this disaster town You'll put your eyes to the sun and say "I know" You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding And we might have started singing just a little soon We're throwing the stones in a glass room.
Whoa ah oh we're so miserable and stunning Whoa ah oh lovesongs so genuinely cunning
We keep the beat, With your blistered feet We bullet the words at the mockingbirds, singing Slept through the weekend And dream Sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity Get house calls from a pharmacist, saying "how you been"? We might of said good byes just a little soon (Somehow this disaster town) Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room -- "The Carpal Tunnel of Love" I wish he had never even asked me out...this was inevitable. I don't even think that's true. |