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if i have to field another fucking phone call from an ex girlfriend who's dying to share with me how fabulous her new beau is, i'm going to fucking puke. and if i have to pretend how happy i am for her, i'll fucking soil myself. it must be a seasonal thing because even my friends have started new relationships and i find myself spurned, dissed, whateverthefuck. the end result is me going to whatever or where ever solo and taking a big soggy bite of a chumpwich. or maybe i am the chumpwich and other non-chumps use me to wipe their feet or stub their cigarettes out.
why do i find that i'm constantly reminding myself of how fortunate i should feel?
if i have to field another fucking phone call from an ex girlfriend who's dying to share with me how fabulous her new beau is, i'm going to fucking puke. and if i have to pretend how happy i am for her, i'll fucking soil myself. it must be a seasonal thing because even my friends have started new relationships and i find myself spurned, dissed, whateverthefuck. the end result is me going to whatever or where ever solo and taking a big soggy bite of a chumpwich. or maybe i am the chumpwich and other non-chumps use me to wipe their feet or stub their cigarettes out.
why do i find that i'm constantly reminding myself of how fortunate i should feel?
