i am so sick of my baggage. my first ex texted me last night at 3 am. of course it was appropriately dramatic and grandiose.
"it's awesome that sports is finally over...and i'm drunk...and all i ever wanted was for you to be happy...is that so wrong?"
one, why the f is he texting me in the first place. two, i love how he gives himself an out by declaring he's drunk so it's harder to call him out on the text and on the fact that he's probably not drunk at all. three, i'm glad he wanted me to be happy, but it infuriates me that he uses that fact to make himself seem like this unbelievably good, altruistic person when in reality he was obsessive, jealous, superficial, and so arrogant that it made others vomit.
and i am happy dammit. maybe not all the time, and maybe not the happy that i eventually want to be. hell maybe it's not even the happy that he would think is worthwhile. and i don't care. because it's a happy that i myself am trying to find and achieve, without anyone's help, thank you very much.
he really should try out for soap operas.
this way he reserves the drama for the screen,
and keeps it the hell out of my life.
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