I must have spoken too soon. Social media is a terrible thing. I should have listened to my mother. Damn her for always being right. I feel so jittery right now. Like I've been running forever and my body is catching up with the rest of me. My heart is racing, ears are burning, lump in my throat. Klaxons blaring in my ears. I feel like Beatrix Kiddo just as she goes to kick the ass of the ones who wronged her. My skin is on fire. Hot welps rise across my neck and outside of my left thigh.
I try to remain angry. That way I won't cry. I get so sick of crying.
Btw, can you believe the passive aggressive way Zach referred to my new picture as an upgrade? Really? Could have fooled me. Didn't have a problem with my curly hair 3 weeks ago when we had sex in the parking garage. Or the night before you left for Chicago.
All the same. No one is special. What a fool I was. Am. Overdramatic a bit? Yes, but I'm a bit hurt and exteremly jealous at the same time. Oh no. The anger has subsided. Replaced with thoughts of self loathing. Tears. I can summon the power of Mary J Blidge and a host of other strong, independent women, but none of it helps. The impending doom lays over my head. The clouds have already appeared. Just waiting for the rain.
