i never wanted to be one of those girls who ******* about their ex and i guess i'm still not because we were never even in a relationship you asked i said no because you were weird and kinda creepy and obnoxious and you hated me for a really long time afterward... but you have always made sure whenever you you got into a relationship to text me and let me know that SOMEONE wanted you and every time i tell you i don't give a ****... at that moment, it's true. but when you burst through my newsfeed on facebook like someone exploded a firecracker in my face rather indecorously and i scroll through all your pictures with that girl you claim to love so much in all sorts of cute, make-me-puke positions i feel really alone and like i'm the one who was unwanted.
i don't really know if i regret my decision... you seemed to get un-weird as time went on and admittedly, hotter... i guess i am not jealous in the sense that i want you but in the sense that i want what you have... Tim, i somehow feel jipped by you cheated used left for dead even though i am the one who rejected you for something better i am the one who is still alone...
karma is the worst of *******
i feel like i'm super likable, but i guess that's just me. he rubs it in my face every time...and it's been THREE YEARS. oh well. at least my cat wants a committed relationship with me...