Sometimes it's a wonder that my heart doesn't just break open and bleed all over my floor.

I know that things will get better.

It just sucks to lose someone that at one time you were good friends with.

Even if that person was an asshole to you and fucked up your life for a good year and a half and made you feel uncomfortable in your own home.

Am I a glutton for punishment?

One day my heart won't be broken by losers.