Maybe it's because it's 1:53am. Maybe it's because I'm just tired and I feel like a bitch. Maybe it's because I'm on the roll. I don't know. I'm just so upset and I feel like banging away on my laptop.
I don't get it.
Your friends are acting like Menelaus did for Helen of Troy (yeah everybody can see their declarations of affection that's on Facebook considering that we now share a common pool of acquaintances and no, I am soo not stalking. The shoutouts and pictures appear on my fucking dashboard to remind me of how insignificant I am/was/will ever be).
What you did to me... It was more like a metaphorical Trojan horse scene. You crept into my life, presenting yourself as a gift. It took me awhile but when I grew very fond of the gift when... IT ATTACKED ME.
How in the world am I supposed to feel?
Right now I just feel bitter. I feel like I don't deserve this. In my head, I swore I thought I'd be shouting from the rooftops and dancing in the rain because you're making me that happy. I was fucking ambushed.
So really, what is there to be optimistic about.
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