Eh, Eff it.
November 14, 2010 § Leave a comment
I love crying. It’s one of the most perfect forms of release for me. The most perfect forms of vulnerability.
But I wouldn’t allow myself to cry tonight when he broke up with me over text. Even though I wanted to.
Instead I laughed at the predictability. At the immaturity. And I called my friend so that he could tell me that he sucks. Because I knew he would.
But for a second there. I did want to cry.
Not because he broke up with me. No, I saw that all along.
But because I wasn’t even important enough.