Foo.

Since some people are going to be reading this because I'm a dumbass and didn't click, "private", I'll explain further. I know how people like to draw their own conclusions.

I am a wee bit upset because something's bothering me about my ex. And that is part of what is bothering me, that it is about my ex. I'm the one who broke up with him. Why the hell should I care that he went out on a date, got utterly drunk, and sabotaged it by talking about me all night. I should be happy, flattered, right? Pfft.

This is what I mean by never enough. It never is. If it's not one thing, it's another. I'm so fucking difficult sometimes.

I've broken someone's heart and I expect them to pine over me forever? I'm torn between being happy he went out with someone, flattered that he ruined it because of me, and wondering what the fuck she looks like.

Like I said, mental case.