I so don’t need this right now.
I don’t need Army to text me like everything is normal.
I don’t need him to go on about how his dad was diagnosed with cancer and that’s why he’s been an asshole lately.
I don’t need him to congratulate me on all my new responsibilities at my job.
I don’t need him to try and offer advice on the crippling and weird back/side pain I’ve been having for a couple days now.
I don’t want things to go back.
No. No no no no no.
I stepped off that roller coaster. I am not even on the ride anymore. I don’t need these fucking ups and downs anymore. I don’t need it. I don’t want it.
I haven’t had any issues or remorse over the past three weeks. At all.
But…I miss him when he talks to me.
This is just so much fucking with my head that I don’t need right now.
I don’t I don’t I don’t.
I was so close to normal and now it’s just completely fucked.
Fucking men and their goddamn pull. Just fucking don’t talk to him. It isn’t hard. Just stop looking at his texts. Block him on fucking Facebook. Just look away goddammit.
Why can’t I? I hate myself so much right now. So much. I just want the swirling to stop stop stop stop.
And another thought peels away from the collective.
There are razor blades in our desk still…
No no no no no. I’ve been so good. I’ve been so good.
Doesn’t matter. Badgirl always needs punished. Always.
Fuck fuck fuck.
I don’t need this today.
I need help.
I can’t ask for help. I’m a lady. Ladies handle it themselves.
Gotta keep it fucking together.
“Go and fix your make up, girl, it’s just a break up
Run and hide your crazy and start actin’ like a lady
‘Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart”
-Miranda Lambert, Mama’s Broken Heart