My heart feels a little broken. Right now. I know it shouldn’t, and it’s bad that it does. It’s a bad sign. It’s a sign that I should end things. But fuck me I don’t think I can.
M got married yesterday.
The only reason I care this much is because I have feelings for him. I hate seeing that stupid ring on his finger. He said it happened out of necessity but still. That fucking hurt.
I’m not unrealistic. I know he wasn’t going to run off with me or something. Nor do I want that. I don’t want anything from him. But, I don’t know, it still sucked to hear.
Ugh. Feelings.
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