Pissed off. Livid. Torn. Hurt. Why do I care? Why am I stuck being in love with someone that can't and won't love me back? It pisses me off that I stretch myself thin for a bitch at work I don't even like. My blood boils when I think about a girl trash talking me and then coming for my throat when I do the same. Fuck this life. This can't be it. I can't only find joy in a stupid rom-com that would never actually happen in real life because the guy would be arrested.

Is my brain broken? I laughed and giggled at the fat pigeons on the walk to work but then cried because I had to ask a chef on the line for fries. Make it make sense.

I could look at the most beautiful view ever and it won't click. Nothing is there. But he could leave me a stupid note at my work station and I will put it on my wall to look at when I'm down.

He won't love me. She hates me. They all don't actually care about me in the long run. Hopefully I love me, and care about myself enough to get through this.