Three. Six. Five.

It’s been a year since he left.

At some point I will stop kicking myself over things.
At some point I will get over his stupid ass.
At some point I will stop missing him so much.

And then he says crap like this, and it makes it even harder…

AWOL: I’m not big on regret, but leaving Chicago is a ridiculously large and bitter pill to swallow.

Goddammit, I hate feelings.

7 Responses to “Three. Six. Five.”


  1. 1 Rebekah August 22, 2008 at 3:28 pm

    You wants I should kill him?

    *hug*

  2. 2 Big Time Fancy August 22, 2008 at 3:29 pm

    Nah, I’ll probably do it myself one day. If I need help, though…you’re first on my call list.

  3. 3 Kayleigh August 22, 2008 at 3:30 pm

    :( i hate men. sorry you’re still missing him.

  4. 4 e. August 22, 2008 at 4:33 pm

    Sigh. I hate feelings too.

    Also, you must see me (my train) twice a day then! Oh, Metra. Constantly making my days longer and more complicated ;)

  5. 5 Jenny August 22, 2008 at 6:07 pm

    Feelings are boring. Kissing is awesome.

  6. 6 freeandflawed August 23, 2008 at 3:10 pm

    Feelings are overrated. I prefer to lose all feeling, specifically in my legs and/or arms due to alcohol.

  7. 7 Big Time Fancy August 23, 2008 at 6:27 pm

    Kayleigh -
    I don’t hate men. I just want them to behave in a manner that doesn’t make me want to commit crimes of rage.

    e. -
    Stupid feelings. And I totally feel your Metra pain – I took it twice a day, every day when I lived in the burbs.

    Jenny -
    Maybe THAT should be my tattoo…

    Free & Flawed -
    Whoa. I don’t think I’ve been a booze-induced quadriplegic..


Leave a Reply




 

August 2008
M T W T F S S
« Jul   Sep »
 123
45678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25262728293031






free website hit counter

a

Blog Stats

  • 125,705 hits

Blog Design by: