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So tonight I fucked up. I Facebook stalked his ex. The pictures of them happy together made me feel anxious, insufficient. Like he spent all of his light on everyone else, that he was too jaded to give me what he gave before.
And then I sent a friend request.
Fuck. My heart dropped. I cancelled it and deactivated my Facebook for a week. I feel so ( Read more... )
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I cried about it. Upstairs, alone. Wondered if I belong here. Reminded myself of all the nice things he does to show me he cares about me. I did that thing where I blurt out what's on my mind.
"Whatever. I don't give a fuck."
😐
Got so worked up, over nothing.
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