This is the angry part of a heartbreak..
You don’t get to hurt me anymore. I will not cry over you anymore.
So what, you’ve slept with how many girls in two months? I hope that it makes you feel better because it sure as hell made me sick. But not anymore, thats your choice, with your body not mine. Sorry dear, you don’t get my body, or any part of me anymore.
I will not go through the cliched “rebuild myself” crap, or do whatever girls are supposed to do like cut bangs or change my hair colour. My appearance was not the problem. Neither was yours. Our problems were always there, we just played games and paused/unpaused them.
What I will do is learn, and what I have learned is never to let anyone control me the way I let you. I am my own person. I do not require permission from someone who is supposed to be an equal to me.
And this is the rest…
Parts of me still wants to talk to you, and dare I say I miss you sometimes. Then like a slap in the face I remember the terror you instilled in me and I don’t want to talk. WhenI remember the feeling of you breaking my heart into a million pieces, I don’t miss that.
If by some twist of fate you are ever reading this, I fucking love you.
I wish we could talk, but we are toxic to each other. Its for the best we don’t talk I guess. I hope you know how much I love you and that you were my entire world. I do hope you are happy. I do wish you all the best. Just leave some of the best for me.. ok?
Beauty or brains?
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
Beauty or brains? I’ll take ‘em all, thanks.
Slam fuckin’ dunk thank u
[pre-gifs] “…So, she [Paris Hilton] was a very wealthy woman, [initially] not that well known and then she gets to mega-stardom. How? The sex tape. Which was made by her boyfriend at the time, who was married, and thirteen years her senior. She sued to try and stop it [the tape’s circulation] and she couldn’t and it became the best selling sex tape for two years on the porn market.”
I keep switching from “wow I need to restrict and become super skinny and dainty” to “I need to eat clean and exercise more and be really fit” to “I can eat whatever the fuck I want, I’m supposed to be recovering after all” and it’s so exhausting.
I can’t stress enough how accurate this is