I’m in Milan. On a weird computer because mine doesn’t work in my room. I’m actually in a bar (there are computers set up here on the side) in the hotel. It’s morning here, and I hope I can make it through my last day of work on this trip. I fly back tomorrow.
I made a mistake last night. Looked on EXMS’s facebook page (yes, here at the bar). See, we both set up facebook pages about a month ago, and when he wanted to get back together with me again, he sent me a friend invitation, making his profile visible to me. I never confirmed him as a friend because I just wasn’t ready to fall right back into a relationship with him.
Anyway, I looked last night after a few drinks, and THERE SHE WAS. The new one. Pix of her sitting in his windowsill wearing nothing but one of his shirts. Pix of her kissing him. Pix of the two of them, love in his eyes.
What an idiot I am for looking. What a huge setback. What the fuck. Why couldn’t I leave well enough alone and move above and beyond looking at something I should have never even had the urge to do?
There’s more, but I’m late. I’m so hungover and I feel like shit and my eye twitch is out of control. This blows.
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