What can I say? It got better for a while.
I hate re-reading the stuff I wrote forever ago. Dramatic or what? Not that anyone's reading it or gives a fuck, so it's okay, but I have a tendency to disgust myself that way.
Bigger fish to fry today, more stuff to complain about. Writing hurts my hand, and I don't have carpal tunnel from typing yet and this will be the chosen medium.
Six months ago one of my
I like her. I was understandably excited. She starts to walk away, gesturing "come on!" over her shoulder, and like nothing has changed from the first day I met her, I follow right behind. We start buzzing around to say hi to all of her other
*Oh, side note? M is a suicidal
Anyway. After the 10 seconds of excited hello to all of us, she starts frantically searching for someone else. (Randee. She's not that effectual in most of my stories.) "Where's Randee? If I can't find her, I'm gonna cry. I missed her so much!" And after she found her, that's all she cared about. They immediately ran off together, Hannah throwing a heart with her hands over her shoulder and a quick nod to my "call me later, okay?"
She didn't call me. I get it! She's m o v i n g! She's probably really, really busy.
...right?
DING DING DING! We have a winner!
Of course not. Instead just a huge "fuck you" over Facebook. Practically 90 pictures of them together over the span of two days. Yeah. I missed you too.
"Invisibility is a super power?
...then Superman better watch out."
Sincerely,
I'm Sorry, When I Said I Missed You, I Wasn't Kidding.
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