I woke up Saturday and it hurt, but I sucked it up and went to work. I came back from work, I cried. I came back from dinner, I cried. I came back from Denny's, I cried some more. Saturday all I did was cry.
Sunday I layed in bed watching movies and attempting to do homework and I only cried a little bit compared to Saturday. But I did cry. I just curled up into a ball and moped and Chelsea started going into tough love mode. "One more day! That's all I'm giving you. I moped for three days after Chuck and then I started being happy again and that's what made him want to come back so Damnit, on Tuesday, no more moping!"
So today, Monday, I was going to thoroughly enjoy my moping. I was going to take full advantage of it and mope to my heart's content. It was going to be a happy mope. I healing mope.
But I woke up and my heart hurt so bad I could practically feel it breaking. So I slept a little longer than I should have to regain my composure. I wasn't going to hurt today. Just mope. That's all. No crying. So I slept. When I finally decided I needed to go out into the world (I did have two tests and work, after all,) I found this:
One big "Fuck You, Ashleigh."
So, thanks World. Fuck you too. Fuck you and your not letting me heal. Tomorrow, I'm going to be the happiest motherfucker in the world. Just to fuck right back with you. Because today, I hate you. I hate your fucking guts, world. You're ruining things that are really fucking special to me and for that, I hate you.
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