I always been a romantic. Always. Always dreamed about the fucking happy ending, about things going well. But I always been wrong.
My ex emailed me about my stuff still at his house (even if 2 months ago I asked him to give it all to charity) and then he started about him never cheating on me and bla bla bla. A friend told me today she found out at work he was with someone and then with another. Fucking cheating bastard. So yeah. I done it. I vomit all over him all the fucking things I had in my head. All of it. There was more fucks than words.
I just want apathy. I want to be able to sleep at night and don’t give a fuck about anyone.