I thought I was fine - but Im not.
3 and a half weeks after the break up I have done all the crying I was really gonna do and I even managed to make time for our friends and put on a brave face. I was dealing with it - Really I was.
And we talked and we acknowledged that we are lonely and things were fine... realy they were.
And now you're on holiday in Phillipeans and thousands of photos are up of you... and you're still as damn fine as you've always been... and your dragon (temporary I assume) tattoo is flippen awesome... and you look like you're having a good time... and that party looks fun... even the braided hair is funky looking.
Do you have to look so happy?
And So So SO fine?
It's like lemon juice in a papercut...
and The girls we went with, do they have to be so pretty? All the phillepino girls - so pretty - it's like a whole nation of beautiful people.
It hurts... and Im not fine... And i have no right to complain
Damn you Facebook and Sexy Ex-Boyfriends My heart is wounded.
Wish I had never logged on...
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