Single In The City

Well, all, I am officially back on the market. Please, everyone don’t jump at once, there is plenty of me to go around. Just take a number and get in line.

I just listened to the person that I spent the last year of my life with tell me that our relationship was a sham and that everytime he told me he loved me, he lied, and that I don’t know him at all because he doesn’t know him at all.

I’m too angry to be sad. I’m so angry that I think I’m going to explode. I was nothing but amazing and wonderful to him. I gave myself mind, body, and soul to him, and for the first time in my life, I let down that little wall that surrounds my heart. But that wall is going back up, and it is going to be bigger than ever.

Maybe I’ll let the football team run a train on me or something. Because isn’t the best way to mask your pain to have lots of meaningless sex that destroys your self-worth and self-esteem one one-night stand at a time?

Also: Binge drinking is not a good way to drown your sorrows. Binge drinking when sad only results in a nervous breakdown in the middle of a party and being carried home by people you don’t know.