“I’m sorry Jackie, I’m not changing my mind.”
“I don’t know how that happened either. I’m sorry you’re the victim of my decision, but it’s too late now.”
Frankie in response to my email.
I guess that’s it.
I would love for her to say that she misses me and to be together again.
Or if it never happens, I’d still like to be friends.
I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish.
I told J and my sister about the break up. And I asked my mom about hanging out with Frankie in Montclair. She was okay with it.
Naturally this happens after it’s over— and not before.
:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
At times I think the solution would be breaking up—
but I just don’t know how I’d be able to go back to where I was a year before
to be alone and act as if nothing major had happened.
Sometimes we feel like strangers.
Frankie: “I’m the one that needs to be a good girlfriend…. I promise not to drink like that; I’ll unfriend Will on FB; I won’t attend Faith’s graduation party…”
(2) Days later: “Can I attend Faith’s graduation party?”
Oh, the fucking pain I put myself through.
The worst part about losing weight (well one of them), is this false idea that you’re never going gain it back. Then you give away you’re clothes, ~knowing you’ll never need it back. Then later, you filled with shame, because you have nothing to wear and because you can’t bear to buy new clothes.
Pain reliever + sleep aid, thank you for existing.
