karmachameleon

Oh, god, fucking angst.

I'm supposed to be on vacation, I just had some emergency dental work done and my car is fucking dead. I'm 700 miles from home, more or less. So I'm pretty misrable and hepped up on Vicodin and have nothing better to do than poke around on Livejournal, where I have another blog (but with out intelligent, hot, nekkid women- an obvious drawback.)

So I find the journal for the girl my ex was fucking while we were together. We were in an 'open relationship', which meant that she could sleep with other people, but I couldn't. I didn't quite understand that last part and that led to the end of that unfortunate little relationship. We kinda have a history that goes back a ways.

So they're still together. And they're in luuuuuuuuuuuv. And my ex's best friend, who was always incredible rude and nasty to me for reasons I never understood, is now best friends with this girl.

I just feel so... inferior. She told me she loved me too. Then she went out and slept with every female who looked at her twice. She always told me it was because she couldn't say no, was so easily tempted, blah blah blah blah. Bullshit. For once I want to be in a relationship where I'm not some fucking doormat you can step on when you need pot or when you're horny.

Uhg. Fucking hormones.

(you should have seen this BEFORE I edited it. -Karma)