I Knew It

I knew he'd make it all my fault. He's so sorry that he had fun without me. Ugh! Whatever!
That T-shirt I got for him, I'm taking it back. He won't be wearing it now. He can have my Hard Rock Cafe T-shirt.
Jerk.
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I really should quit dissin my man on here. But, I'm so aggravated that I have to complain to someone. Every time I think about him I start tearing up. I'm so upset, I even ate an entire box of Girl Scout cookies. The thin mint ones, so there were quite a few to eat. Not at one sitting, but it's only a little bit after noon and I started them at 7:30 this morning. Why do I abuse myself this way?
Man, I suck. But, I know I'm not the only one.