Tears

There are a few very good reasons I broke up with my ex. He always made me cry. He always made me feel bad. I always did something wrong. I always didn't see his point. I was always the bad guy. And he always put words in my mouth. And you know what? He's still doing it. I can't stand it. Yesterday when I asked him to go with me to Arlington, it was fine, but we didn't get to go because I didn't get the car until too late. But he managed to get work done at home in the meantime. Today, I go somewhere with my bestie instead and it's the end of the world because I didn't tell him I wasn't going with him. And of course I don't care that my actions affected his life and of course I just don't ever care that I messed up his day or that he didn't know what was going on. Of course. Gah! He shouldn't be able to make me cry anymore. I fucking hate this! He doesn't have a right to give me guilt trips or make me feel like shit or make me cry. It's not his place anymore. And how many times do I have to say sorry for it get through? It's not like I can turn back time and change my day. And I wouldn't anyway. I had a good day. I actually had fun for the first time this summer. And now he's making me feel bad about it. Fucking bull shit.
I'm so pissed off right now that I don't know if the tears are from that or from him now. I just want to punch something, but it's four in the morning and there's nothing to punch that won't make too much noise.
I'm so tired. Tired and upset don't mix well.
I guess my rant is done.
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