Angry Bastard Mood
You know all that bs about being friends after a breakup? It's all bs. I've given him too much credit for the past year and now it came back and bite me in the arse. I hate it when stories and reasons don't match up. He fed me a crock of shit and told his friends another. Does he really think he can get away with that? His friends are my friends too, bloody hell.
I'm so angry now that my chest feels as if it's going to explode.
Bloody fucking hell.
4 Comments:
well, it'll pass. that's trite, i know - but also true. and you are stronger than you know. many inspirational stories, plus mine own experience bears this out
Mmmm...Sharon, take a deep breath, try not to be too angry with yourself, at least. If you must, pick up a tennis racket and smash it into the mattress on your bed - just be careful not to pull a muscle. I hope you find your way through this quickly. - Randy
Thanks guys! I really appreciate it. It's times like these I'm grateful for maintaining (if it can be called as such) a blog.
Thanks for sharing, Troy.
Would you remain friends if you were me? He kept harping about the importance of remaining friends (but i havent spoken to him since).
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