Blissful rage...
Bliss: supreme emotion
Rage: supreme anger
Michael dumped me. Hard. Wednesday night, I was watching American Idol, and he texted me. He hadn't texted me all day, and I smiled when he texted me. Conversation went as follows.
Him: Hey, sorry to say this but I'm gonna break up with you. I just don't feel like being in a relationship right
now... :/
Me: Was it something that happened? Was it just not working? What was wrong with it? And don't give me any
of that 'it's not you it's me' bull.
Him: You really want the truth?
Me: Yes.
Him: You're not the type that wants to f*** around like me. Hey you said not to give you the 'it's not you it's
me' bull.
Me: What do you mean, f*** around?
Him: I want to f*** another girl, to tell you the truth. You're just not the type of girl I'd do that with.
Me: Wait, you're not a virgin?!
No reply.
Later:
Me: Oh, thanks for having the balls to do this in person.
Him: You're welcome.
Me: My mom thinks you're a dick.
Him: Ok.
My mom actually did tell me to say that, xD
Me: And why won't you tell me whether or not you're a virgin? That's just cowardly.
Him: It's not cowardly, I just don't think it matters.
Me: Oh, it matters.
No reply.
So, Thursday, my friend Drew texted him after school. Their conversation:
Drew: Why did you hurt Stephanie? She really liked you a lot.
Michael: Idc.
Drew: She really liked you a lot.
Michael: I never really liked her that much, I could care less.
Yeah.
So, blissful rage...
I felt used. I felt played. I felt like a toy, something to play with, show off, then dump when you got bored. I was so angry, I wrote "Blissful Rage" into my hand. I wrote it so hard, the back of my hand turned red, and my friend Rashod had to take my pen from me.
I'm so confused about my emotions... Mostly just anger. And rage.
No, I don't hate him. I hate what he did, and I hate how he played me. But I don't hate anybody. Not even him. Love thy neighbor, right?
So, yeah. Update on me.
Bliss: supreme emotion
Rage: supreme anger
Michael dumped me. Hard. Wednesday night, I was watching American Idol, and he texted me. He hadn't texted me all day, and I smiled when he texted me. Conversation went as follows.
Him: Hey, sorry to say this but I'm gonna break up with you. I just don't feel like being in a relationship right
now... :/
Me: Was it something that happened? Was it just not working? What was wrong with it? And don't give me any
of that 'it's not you it's me' bull.
Him: You really want the truth?
Me: Yes.
Him: You're not the type that wants to f*** around like me. Hey you said not to give you the 'it's not you it's
me' bull.
Me: What do you mean, f*** around?
Him: I want to f*** another girl, to tell you the truth. You're just not the type of girl I'd do that with.
Me: Wait, you're not a virgin?!
No reply.
Later:
Me: Oh, thanks for having the balls to do this in person.
Him: You're welcome.
Me: My mom thinks you're a dick.
Him: Ok.
My mom actually did tell me to say that, xD
Me: And why won't you tell me whether or not you're a virgin? That's just cowardly.
Him: It's not cowardly, I just don't think it matters.
Me: Oh, it matters.
No reply.
So, Thursday, my friend Drew texted him after school. Their conversation:
Drew: Why did you hurt Stephanie? She really liked you a lot.
Michael: Idc.
Drew: She really liked you a lot.
Michael: I never really liked her that much, I could care less.
Yeah.
So, blissful rage...
I felt used. I felt played. I felt like a toy, something to play with, show off, then dump when you got bored. I was so angry, I wrote "Blissful Rage" into my hand. I wrote it so hard, the back of my hand turned red, and my friend Rashod had to take my pen from me.
I'm so confused about my emotions... Mostly just anger. And rage.
No, I don't hate him. I hate what he did, and I hate how he played me. But I don't hate anybody. Not even him. Love thy neighbor, right?
So, yeah. Update on me.
