I just broke up with Ari.
For real this time. Like, leave me alone, please never talk to me again, and mail me the keys to my van or I'm calling the cops, broke up with.
What I do not want to do is kill myself, which is how I expected to feel.
What I do want to do is shut off the computer and never turn it back on.
I deserve better than how I allow people to treat me. I deserve to call people out when I know that how they're acting is unacceptable. I deserve to be loved, in the real meaning of the word, and not just the scraps of attention people feel like dropping in my direction.
What I do want, as well, is to be very noisily ill. |