Ringtone: “Don’t Stop” by Michael Jackson (which means it’s my close friend)
Mel: I’m glad you called. I was in the middle of driving myself off a bridge into Lake Erie, but realized I’m on 71-South going nowhere. Thanks for interrupting. What’s up?
Does anybody else have a really strange ritual in going through something emotionally breaking? I go into a haze with a really loud CD and start driving… Maybe it stems from my mom driving me around in the car as a baby when I wouldn’t stop crying?
It didn’t help.
… until my friend had me cracking up laughing by telling me she was sooo happy today that she “even wore freakin’ yellow.” Do you know how hilarious that is?
So, I’m a few weeks past my breakup. My head has been trolling between the sadness and anger emotional outbursts (or heavily-drugged psychosis: see above). For all the heartfelt, sentimental reasons I was given to bring some closure about to my life (for once, some HONESTY and MATURITY and genuine FEELING) have dissipated upon learning he just couldn’t tell me that there was someone else.
Sucks that I had to find it out on fucking myspace, nonetheless.
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