My 2 cents on everything that’s happened in the past 90 days of my life.Yes just 2 cents or maybe just 1. I will consider this entry as my final hurrah about the craziest 90 days of my life. I have been wanting to do this for quite sometime now but it just really hit me like a bullet train tonight.
Consider this as the funeral of my old life since I will be saying hello to my new one in a few minutes.
These are feelings. My very awesome feelings. Blogging since... Well... Read the first two lines.
Yes. I read. I saw. I got mad. I was hurt. So hurt that I wanted to kill you. Yes.. It was that bad. I was in denial of what was actually happening. Also, I was especially mad at you. Best of friends? Awesome. Have you been planning this from the very start? Is that why you wanted to live in our now non existent house? Hidden desire is what I call what you had my dear. Are you happy? Like really? How can you be truly happy knowing that what you have might have been born from a heartbreak? Or from sadness even? How can you assure yourself that whats happening right now is real? I know its at the back of your mind or do you refuse to think about it because maybe what I'm saying is somehow correct? Who knows right? I know he will be defending his 2 months of love for you. But he lied to me about not liking you. Who knows about what else? How sure are you that he's not lying to you about this? These are just questions that might not get any real answers ever. Yes go be in love and be in your honeymoon stage. Its fun. Fun fun fun. Go have your happily ever after. Karma will eventually bite your ugly ass soon enough.
Okay. You win. He's all yours.
And to you.... You..... I really have nothing to say but WOW. What a move. I respected you until..... NOW. Or maybe until 90 days ago. 5 years too long for you? That you couldn't even wait for at least 3 months like Popoy said? (One More Chance plug right there!) Guess it was. Oh well..
How I wish I just listened to my Mom when she told me what she felt about you. She was right about not liking you. My whole family and all my friends were all right about not liking you. I’m sorry for not listening Momsie! Indeed, Mother knows best!
Call me bitter or whatever you like. Bring it on. I needed to let these things out to the world before I finally move on :)
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