I got dumped a few nights ago. Part of me was looking forward to it, I wanted her to take control so I waned to be the dump-ee and not the dumper. I've decided that wasn't a great idea. Even when its what you want getting dumped hurts a lot.
Now I have to figure out what I am going to do from here. I'm torn between being bitter and angry for a while or just trying too hard to to find a replacement for her. I wonder if I can't do both.
Though I am leaning towards being bitter and angry.
I listened to the "Footloose" song for six hours straight once wondering if it would drive me insane. I'm not really sure if it did.
But I gotta cut loose. Foot loose.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do. But I'm going to do something. And I'm sure its going to be something I regret. No matter what course I take I can see myself making an ass of myself. And I'm not okay with that. But I'm going to have to do it if I want to move forward. At least it might be moderately entertaining, perhaps only from an outside perspective, but it will be entertaining.
Been working, so hard, been punching my card.
I don't understand what I'm feeling. I probably never will. But I have to get past this, because I'm not dealing with it very well. I don't know I'll make it through this one.
Everybody cut foot loose.
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