My Seventeenth Post.
I know how I should be feeling right now.
I know I should feel guilty, I should feel like an asshole, I should feel horrible…
But I don’t.
This just seems like another chore I have to do.
Clean car? Check.
Do laundry? Check.
Break off a near one-year relationship? I’ll get around to it.
I don’t feel anything. Which begs the question…
Have I changed for the better, or for the worse?
I don’t really know the answer to that question. All I know is that, once again, I’m going to break someone’s heart. Once again, I’m going to be hated by people who know nothing about me, just because I didn’t end up marrying this chick and living happily ever after in our two story suburban house with a white picket fence.
I’m gonna be the bad guy.
It’s gonna be all my fault.
She’ll be innocent.
But fuck it, it’s not the first time people will hate me for no reason. Won’t be the last, either.
In any case, I have work to keep me busy.
It sucks that this couldn’t have worked out…
But, to be honest… I’m not losing any sleep over it.
