Keep your head up

Oh eyes like wildflowers,

Oh with your demons of change

It’s almost 3 a.m. and I can’t sleep. My blood pressure is so high I can feel it through my veins. I’m laying down and my legs are shaking, my head is pounding. I’m disgusted.

My friend S. texted me to pass by her house after work and I should have known that wasn’t good, but after a day locked in the office my mind was set only on a cold beer.

As I got there her and L. waited for me to sit down and then it all started. Was like in one of those movies when you can see yourself from outside. Well, they went out for a walk and passed by the other place where I work and guess what? V. was there with the guy. There was even a rose on the table. V. and I have known each other since we were 11 yrs old. We’ve been friends for the past 7 years and I mean friends, not someone you just say hi. Maybe I have a wrong idea of friendship, maybe it’s just me as usual. We chatted a little more and eventually I left and took L. downtown to her car that was parked by the bar. I forgot to tell you he lives upstairs and when I was going up I looked towards his window and was all locked up. I thought it was weird as he always has the light usually. Well his car wasn’t there. Great. Fucking great.

I went home. S. texted me if I was ok, if I wanted to go to see if his car was at her just for a peace of mind, but I said no. I just didn’t have the courage of finding out the truth. I just wanted to keep myself safe from the ugly truth.

After a minute a received a phone call from L. She was angry and disappointed too and without anyone saying anything she drove by V’s house. The car was there. The light was on. The window open. Too bad she lives on the 3rd floor or she could have get a glimpse of something too.

I don’t know how can someone be like that. I don’t know why she had to go for him when two weeks ago she told S. she shagged him in first place as he was boring.

I texted her she was disgusting that as always she preferred a cock over anything.

I keep asking myself why I don’t deserve anything, everyday it just gets worst.

B.

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