How do I sit in my bed for the rest of my life but also become a billionaire at the same time
What I wish would happen:
What actually happens:
i’m lost. confused. lonely. and doubting everything that ever occurred between us. things were fine, at least i thought they were. it was so sudden? and all over because i wanted you to go to disneyland? i just don’t see where i went wrong. looking back i do realize we’ll never end up together and i realized that a long time ago, i was just having fun and preparing myself for when i actually had to lose you in may. but i wasn’t ready for it last week. i’m hurt. i’m depressed. i’m self-loathing. its all my fault and i know it. everything reminds me of you and it doesn’t make me sad, it makes me angry. if you had just talked to me instead of being a pussy and breaking things with me over facebook, i think i’d be more okay with everything. but you didn’t and i’m not. i hate myself. i hate you. i hate everything. everything was a lie.
ps. you weren’t the last person i kissed either. and i hate myself for that. it wasn’t my fault, i was drunkenly attacked. and i couldn’t even tell you that because you cut things off before i could even ask you how your weekend was.
and i’m convinced you did cheat on me. because things were so sudden, how did you all of the sudden just want to be done? i don’t get it.