I'm really fucking sick and tired of anything that conjures up memories of my ex. I really, really want to be over this girl. Perhaps I took another step forward and peeked into her email to find out she's with another guy. I also threw a bunch of the clothes she bought me during our 11 month relationship into the fire tonight. It was almost cathartic just watching them burn. I hate her. I hate what she did to me. I hate all the shit she ever said to me about being together for a long, long time and then two days later we fall apart. I hate that she is already with another guy. I hate that she still draws breath. I'm so wrapped up in despair/hope/anger I can't think straight right now. I hope I never, ever see that piece of shit again.
The flight home was interesting. First of all, my sister's friend, Barbie, was supposed to pick us up at 3:45 so we could be at the airport an hour early for our 5 o'clock flight. However, Barbie is a no show even after she was reminded several times in the days preceeding this event. So at 4, I call a friend and he agrees to drive us there. Well that was another close call as he only lives a block away and it took him 15 minutes to get over to our apartment. And as it always turns out, KC was on his cellphone. Seriously, he is never not on it. Luckily we made our flight (just in time though) and everything is fine...except this burning hatred for my ex. If the operation done in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was real, I would be there in a heartbeat-- I have nothing but contempt for her.
The flight home was interesting. First of all, my sister's friend, Barbie, was supposed to pick us up at 3:45 so we could be at the airport an hour early for our 5 o'clock flight. However, Barbie is a no show even after she was reminded several times in the days preceeding this event. So at 4, I call a friend and he agrees to drive us there. Well that was another close call as he only lives a block away and it took him 15 minutes to get over to our apartment. And as it always turns out, KC was on his cellphone. Seriously, he is never not on it. Luckily we made our flight (just in time though) and everything is fine...except this burning hatred for my ex. If the operation done in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was real, I would be there in a heartbeat-- I have nothing but contempt for her.
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Just enjoy seeing your family and friends and call it cool. After all that's done, go back to pimpin' dem hoes and regulating on mofo's like usual. You just can't be a little bitch about things all the time, just man up and perservere. I know it's easy to say and harder to do, but every man's gotta do it. Besides, chicks need men not little boys in their lives; the ones that want little boys can go get bent 'cause they ain't trill.