Get. The feck. Off. My. Mind.
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I can pretty much say this: These last few days have been nothing but me being sad over. And over. And over. And over. Fucking. Again. I mean, seriously.
I’ve really fucking had it with these coincidences with my ex-girlfriend that I’m having. They leave me depressed to shit.
First, there was a “friend” that knew her and she wanted me to add her friend’s email address on MSN in late February. Until yesterday, I found out that the email…isn’t actually from the REAL person. Because the real person did NOT know her. In other words, that email was fucking fake. So what did I do? I outraged. It was her luck that she wasn’t on MSN when I found out, or else there would be extreme rage instincts.
Then, on the weekend, I went to a friend’s house, and talked to my godmother about what’s been happening to me lately. I almost cried because I remembered every-fucking-thing about the time me & my ex were together. (and to make things worse, I ate the same fucking ice-cream that made me remember that shit.) Also, you’re probably thinking: “But Dark, why are you whining about this? It’s not like anything new, she broke up with you, tis ok.”. No. NO. Wanna know why it’s nothing new? Because this was my first ever fucking relationship. And it only lasted one fucking week.
And to really make matters worse, during a school class with the local psychologist, she played one song (out of many) that was the same music she sent me on the day the ex said to me: “I love you”.
Now you understand why it’s hard to get her off my motherfucking mind.
And this goes into the box. So long.
