I'm so proud of you.

don't worry, you will smile big again.




sooo.. wow.
longggggggggggggggggg weekend.
so much shit went down.
but now the drama is o-v-e-r.
thank god.

bff left him finally.
packed his pathetic shit up.
found REAL drugs.
called the cops.
kicked his ass out.
finally left him.
called me.
vented forever.
and is alive.

i'm so proud of you.
you didn't deserve all of this.
this isn't normal.
this doesn't happen to everyone.
i am soooooo proud of you.
i know it sucks.
and i know it hurts.
but you are a strong person.
you are amazing.
and handsome.
and you are going to find someone.
and he is going to love you back.
and not put you through this shit.
not cheat.
not lie.
not manipulate you.
not be a drug addict.
not steal from you.
not hate your family.
not hate me.
he's going to love you.

yes, you won't trust anybody for awhile.
yes, you need numerous rebounds.
yes, you will cry out of no where.
yes, you'll get through it.

you are an amazing person.
i don't understand why he took advantage of that.
i don't understand why he did this to you.
you didn't deserve this.
you are a good person.
even though you don't want to be,
you are not capable of being a shitty person.
you are a good person.
with a big heart.
too big sometimes.

i am here for you.
i will NEVER leave you.
i won't leave.

but just think.. you got through this.
and him? he's shit.
he is a piece of shit.
he needs to hit rock bottom.
and after losing you,
it will help him.
i'm glad he is detoxing.
it's painful as fuck, im glad he is in pain.
but he is getting help.

never speak to him again.
he is manipulative.
he manipulates you easily.
so very easily.

i love you.
and i promise you,
you will find someone again.
someone better.
you are a handsome man.
you are intelligent.
you are funny.
you are a smartass.
you are the most amazing person i've met.
and someone is going to see that.

oh, and it's okay to cry.
cry your fucking heart out.
scream.
throw things.
let it out.
it's not bad.
i promise.

you were driving me home,
and you asked me a question,
and it's kinda stuck with me,

you; do you still miss him?
me; every single day. i hate him. i want to punch him in his face.
me; but every single time i pass his stupid fucking house, i miss him.
you; is that going to happen to me?
me; yes. but it will fade.

when you have those days where you miss him,
or when you have those days you cry out of no where,
call me.
and i'll come.
xoxo