Going to see them, even though they don't even like me. Is that just... peak arrogance?
I know it's never gonna happen, but I'm still so into them. So I'm constantly busting my ass trying to look my best just in case I see them. Yesterday just ended up sad again, somehow. I swear I don't wanna go anymore, but I kinda still do. It'd be way easier to just not see …
I only go to my current hairdresser 'cause I actually *like* the person. And yeah, every single visit, something always gets screwed up – dropped combs, shampoo straight in the face, same crap – but I put up with it. Today though, they walked me to the door, total usual …
Man, I've been stuck on them for what feels like forever. Always figured it was just me, you know? This hopeless, never-gonna-happen crush... I just *knew* it'd never work out. But then... seriously? Turns out they've been looking at *me* the whole damn time, thinking the exact …
You can totally tell, right? Are they just *that* good at hiding it? Does no one else around here even notice? Or are they just fine with it? 'Cause if that's the deal, then all of you are fucked up.
My toyboy, five years younger, went and told his parents he wants to basically ditch his family name and move in with mine. For an only son, with an almost forty-year-old woman? Yeah, they're gonna shut that down. Obviously.
The goodnight hug and kiss. He hugged me. I hugged him back. Then pulled away. Super fast. 'Night.' That was it. Maybe a full second.
They say you only suspect your partner of cheating 'cause *you're* doing it, right? Nah, I suspect 'em even when I'm not. Honestly, if I *was* actually cheating... I bet I'd actually be way calmer. Never done it, though. So, like, I dunno.
I'm an ugly-ass almost-forty-year-old with, okay, a decent body. And I ended up getting engaged to this hot guy seven years younger. I've never felt insecure with him, honestly... I mean, we work at the same damn place, moved in together like, instantly, and we even shower …
I don't care if they call this blame-shifting, or whatever. Seriously, it was so fucking bad. Right now, I just need to sit with how awful I feel. All that 'my part in it' crap? I'll deal with my own shit later, promise. For now, just let me blame. Let me get it all out.
Popped up on my Instagram feed, an ad. What *is* this place? Some weird site? A damn misery-flexing SNS? Saw this chick whining about doing a married guy, no condom, totally gross. So I just wrote a general comment. Next thing, someone's calling me a 'cheated-on wife' or …
Used to love the festival vibes. Like, really. Stargazing. The autumn night air. Even this town, this whole damn place I swore I'd never leave. Now I just... hate it all. Every single bit.