I am a real person, you know. And a pretty damn nice one, at that. My feelings are as real as anybody else's.
I can understand hating me and stalking my social media profiles. But to favorite a tweet that is obviously me hurting? To gloat about mutual cuddles? That's just cruel. Salt in an open wound.
I never once felt good about her being sad. Not once. I think that's really bitchy. She knows firsthand what this feels like. Probably even more so than I do, honestly. Why be mean?
I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to play this game. I don't want to be sad or hateful or spiteful anymore. It's too much effort. Apathy is easier. I'd rather just be numb.
I'm seriously considering unfollowing, blocking, and making my twitter account private for a while. I think it might help me. The kindest thing would be for them both to do the same to me. Deleting the emails might be more difficult.
If you read this, if you have anything you want to say, now is the time.
8:48 a.m. - 2014-04-17