The real insult isn't that he's going on a date. But that he has the nerve, the fucking NERVE, to bring me along. Like, she'll probably run her fingers through her hair, he'll probably make the same lame jokes as always, and ME. Between them. I've stood by him for almost two years now. And yeah, I know, things have been weird, we don't talk so much lately, but I still can't help buts feel unspeakably heartbroken... shattered... betrayed. And he has the nerve to think I'm heartless...
The worst part is, I've seen her. And even though I'm clearly the stronger woman after all this... she's pretty. I mean, not as thin! No one's as thin as me just yet. Hmph.
Maybe I'll cut out the battery halfway through.