I promise, dear Tummy Paunch. This is the last night that I sleep with a bag of chocolate chips within arms reach.
It's just that breakups are hard. They're really hard.
And getting dumped sucks. I've never gotten dumped before. I didn't realize how awful I'd feel. Like, totally alone. Totally worthless. I feel terrible for having ever done this to a guy.
I don't know. I've been, like, left before, but it was so much different to be told straight up that it was over. Kind of a shock, even though I knew it was coming.
And then of course I spent all day scoping out rebounds around campus. Literally every guy I saw, I was like assessing physical traits and potential personality hangups. Even my friends. My poor friends. I was treating them like meat. It was disgusting.
I'm kind of an emotional wreck.
But you know what they say. You know. Three's the magic number. Saturday night we broke up, so I'm allowed to have chocolate. Last night was, if possible, even worse--so I tucked the chocolate into my sheets for easy access and carried on.
Tonight is lucky number three, and I'm alone and sad and I've realized how long it might be before anyone shows any kind of interest in me again. So I'm allowed to have chocolate. It's the last night, though.
I promise.
It's just that breakups are hard. They're really hard.
And getting dumped sucks. I've never gotten dumped before. I didn't realize how awful I'd feel. Like, totally alone. Totally worthless. I feel terrible for having ever done this to a guy.
I don't know. I've been, like, left before, but it was so much different to be told straight up that it was over. Kind of a shock, even though I knew it was coming.
And then of course I spent all day scoping out rebounds around campus. Literally every guy I saw, I was like assessing physical traits and potential personality hangups. Even my friends. My poor friends. I was treating them like meat. It was disgusting.
I'm kind of an emotional wreck.
But you know what they say. You know. Three's the magic number. Saturday night we broke up, so I'm allowed to have chocolate. Last night was, if possible, even worse--so I tucked the chocolate into my sheets for easy access and carried on.
Tonight is lucky number three, and I'm alone and sad and I've realized how long it might be before anyone shows any kind of interest in me again. So I'm allowed to have chocolate. It's the last night, though.
I promise.
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