I just want to be happy, losing weight makes me happy. So I’ll lose weight until that happiness last more than ten minutes after finding out that pound I lost yesterday stayed off.
but you know that. Because we talked about, I told you how scared I was of you leaving me. I told you I saw what the future held, all of my fears. You just reassured me not to worry, you’d stick around forever. Three months, six months, how ever many we wanted.
Now as I sit here holding back tears, trying to be that cold heartless bitch I’ll always want to be, I wonder if it was all an act. Was every word you whispered a lie? Was every sweet nothing just that, nothing? How can I go “on to the next”, how can I “rebound” when I want more, something special that comes with trust. Trust you took and ran with. And I know I’ll never catch you.
Well bravo, what a performance. I know the one thing I’ll always envy is your guilt free conscious.
