I was vaguely tempted to just delete that last blog I wrote, but decided against it. Keeping things like that will keep me honest as I write, I suppose, and anything I don't intend to leave up here just shouldn't be written in a public place at all.
But Christ, what a whiny emo piece of shit blog THAT was. You'd think my world was coming apart at the seams, when in fact the only thing that had happened was that someone didn't return my feelings. Oh wow. Big deal. As if that hasn't happened before.
If it's not obvious, I'm fine now. Fine and rather disgusted with myself. When did I turn into such a teenage girl? I'm inclined to say that if you can get over "heartbreak" in a span of just a few days, your heart probably wasn't broken. I would, in fact, be hard pressed to describe it as cracked, or even chipped. Maybe dented, or possibly scratched, would be more appropriate. Oh no. Someone scratched my heart. I must now fill my blog with purple metaphors and angst.
God, I never learn.
3 comments:
Oh shut up. You sound like ME. You were upset. You wrote about being upset. It's not the worst thing that anyone has ever done!
haha.. prince of puke?? I forgot that that was my name on here.
You forget I'm Chinese. We get upset at unruly displays of emotion.
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