Broken-Hearted
About one month ago, my girlfriend broke up with me. I still love her, with every fiber of my soul. She has reduced our beautiful relationship, to her being a bitch to me every day; I still bought her presents for Christmas, and I am still going to get her presents on her birthday. With every joke of mine she tears down, with every time she snaps at me for being upset, and with every angry text I get from her whenever I try to call her, I still love her. She told me she might come back to me when she is done sorting out her problems and organizing her head. In the meantime, I am alone. I suppose this is a message to every girl who has ever said, “There is no perfect guy.” You’re right, none of us are perfect. But not all of us are egotistical pricks who don’t listen to you, care about you, buy things for you, and respect you as a human-being. If anyone has any sympathy to offer at all, text me. I could really use a friend while she is on a two-month-long period. Help me out, 404-314-0894. I’m desperate.
