Stupid stupid tears.
I shouldn't be crying over this. Over something that I've deemed useless to think about- to spend any more time on. I'm not an incredible idiot. Promise. I know that what I'm crying over is futile. No amount of wishing or talking or lifting a finger will change the fact that I can't have what I want.
But that doesn't stop my feelings from being hurt.
Recently, I was at a party and introduced myself to a boy. His name is Rob. I said to him- Rob was the name of my first love. He broke my heart into a million pieces.
Rob asked me- did you ever pick up all the pieces and put them back together?
I thought about it. Yeah, I did. It took a very long time, but it came back together. But I busted it again. Pretty much all on my own this time, with a little encouragement from a guy I fell really hard for.
Now it's scattered again- everywhere, I keep finding little pieces of it. I'll need a lot of glue to fix it this time. A lot more than last time.
イラマチオ夫人 パンティと生寫真付き 番号：WSP-162
2 years ago
12 comments:
*hugs*
Hopefully someone will come along soon and realise how much you're worth.
Maybe it won't help much but I'm at the ready with a tube of superglue. Yup, the same stuff I got all over my nose last time.
Hearts are always breaking. But they mend well enough with some wine, some glue, and some time. The time is there so that you sober up before using the glue otherwise it ends up on your nose.
Not everyone named Rob is a jerk.
I was just telling a male the other day that all us girls are dumb. Well, not that ALL girls are dumb, but... I definitely put myself in that category. I was talking about an ex of mine and his current flame and how she was bound to be dumb enough from what he told me to do the same thing I did.
Of course, later that night the male I'd been telling the story to proved I wasn't any smarter now than I was then.
Sid, At least ten dollars! Or about seven Rand.
Marcia, I learned everything I needed to know about mixing glue with liquor from you.
DelV, Really? He's actually not such a jerk. Just bad at relationships. I wonder if that is a common thread with guys named Rob.
TC, ahhhh I hate it when that happens.
You
Are
On
Your
Own
Beautiful
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My
Beloved
Friend
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<3
You & Regis should come live with Uma and I, stat.
We can take over the world.
I cry for you argentina.
the truth is ...
I wouldn't trust anyone named Rob. It's a fucking verb meaning TO STEAL.
How was that not a huge red flag?
Your heart is squishy but resilient.
Gosh, I had this mental picture of you being an urban-tough woman, indestructible.
And that is probably what you really are. Hearts don't really break, they just hurt for a while. There will be light at the end.
Oh, I'm a "Rob." Probably am a jerk. In an affable sort of way.
Sounds like its time for a martini. I happen to have all of the necessary items to make :)
Meems, We will live together for a few days in the desert first. Mend our souls a little, and move along to a bug, bright mafuckin future.
BobD, you make me laugh.
NWO, or... Rob... I am a tough bitch generally. It's just that sometimes, emotions sneak in. This one took about a year to grasp my heart and it's not letting go. Sunofabitch.
Scotty, I'm coming over after Labor Day weekend. Prepare your vodka for drinkage.
Awww, sugar. *gives a big hug* You should come here, to Finland. I won't promise the men here aren't jerks as well, but at least they won't be called Rob! Plus we're a nation that really knows how to drink...
The good thing about hearts is that they're pretty stubborn. So they might get a bit battered and bruised and there's a crack here and there, but they still keep on going.
*hugs*
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