I was almost happy. Almost.
It’s always an almost.
I’m not sure that happy is a thing that is meant for me. Any ioda of happiness I get is there for a minute and then I get to watch it crash and burn.
I knew it was going to wreck as soon as I found out you were talking to her again. I knew it. They’re just friends. They said. I promise, you don’t have to worry about her.
You said. Yea? Well you all lied and now I’m hurt, sad, broken and pathetic all fucking over again.
When will it be my turn?