O.K., I pulled up my big girl panties and thought that I was fine, but I am not. More action from that friend that fucked me over last week. I am so sad. I feel kind of weepy, but not like actually crying. My heart hurts too much to allow any liquid to escape.
If I could cry I might be able to get beyond this. Maybe I am not sad enough to shed any tears. Maybe I am not surprised enough to be as upset as I think I should be. But, it is not as though I have so many friends to not miss having one of them.
Fine. What am I, 12 freaking years old? Lordy.