So, the last couple weeks have been utter ass. Pets running away, getting dumped, back together, and broken up again, which happened last night.
Most recent was the re-breakup, which happened last night. I'll start with a bit of pre-story. she broke up with me on March 29th, due to my "mental health" even tho she was the one I was always comforting, basically ripping my heart out and sending me into a spiraling depression. Then she asked me out again on the 1st of April, and we had been together until Sunday evening, when she broke up with me, saying she just wanted to "grow more confidence and hoe around" over the summer, and she doesn't wanna be taken before that. She also said she looses feelings as fast as she gains them, but then proceeded to say that she loved me. If she knew she didn't want commitment from the start, she shouldn't have asked me out. Just saying. So she spent the whole week fuckin with my heart, and here I am, writing this all down in my history class, a wet, sobbing mess, you know. at this point its only slightly embarrassing but I don't quite care at the moment.
Everything is kinda going to shi for me recently, but I saw 222 this morning, so that is a sign things might get better. Thank you for reading, hope you have a better day than I am.
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