It's currently 2:09 am and I'm actually pretty exhausted but I'm also incredibly sad. I've been writing away today, so that helps, and I've made some self discoveries, but I'm just. . . not there. I'm sad, and quiet frankly, heart broken.
My boyfriend of nearly two years cheated on me. He cheated and lied. And we broke up, the breakup being awkward and weird and he's currently dating the girl he cheated on me with and I was moving on and feeling okay and then on Monday he messaged me.
Over a book. A twenty dollar book he gave me for my birthday. It's like -- okay, yeah. You want your book. But you knew by messaging me you'd be tearing down my mental health. Which, sadly, happened. I'm trying to pick myself back up and I'm taking my meds but it's so hard to forget about him when I have lingering feelings and still care so much.
He said awful things, I said awful things. The difference is I'd forgive him (and have) while he wouldn't care if I dropped dead right now. It's okay though. Priorities I guess.
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