I was so angry that my head hurt and my arms ached from straining against myself, trying to keep myself from strangling you to death. I was so worked up that I could feel my heartbeat in my fingertips and the sweat drip off my forehead. I was so hurt that I cried until my face felt puffy, all over a situation caused by you that I made up just so I would think it was true and I could forget that you ever existed.
Have you ever been such a good actor that you're able to fool yourself?
I warn against it. When you find yourself crying on the bathroom floor because the person you want to hate is a thousand miles away having a conversation with you in a state neither of you are in and it's all in your head, perhaps you should take a step back and reevaluate.
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Oh, Robby, this breaks my heart.
ReplyDeleteI guess maybe some of that is because I did this last summer, but I think most of it is that I wish you weren't able to capture it quite so well.