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Don’t Be a Dick

I thought he was different than the dude who stole my car

Turns out he’s exactly the same

Signing me up for health insurance quotes and Magic Jack and time share condos and (apparently) my social security number is no longer valid…

I’m getting at least 5 calls a day

Too bad they’re recordings or I would try to sell them on my business

*sigh*

At least he didn’t steal my car…

Aside

He’s Gone

He’s gone. I shouldn’t be so sad anymore.

But I am.

He’s gone. I should feel relief instead of loneliness.

But I don’t.

He’s gone. I need reach out to others for support.

But I can’t.

He’s gone. I still hate myself for being so stupid.

But I’m not.

He’s gone. So, why am I still broken?

Because he never refilled my cup.

After drinking so selfishly from it…