Misery Loves Company

I've been fine. Up until I realized you still existed and now I feel really bummed.
I've been good at that "out of sight-out of mind" concept. But I blew it.

I feel fucking sick to my stomach and I hate it. It feels like a rock is just sitting in my gut and getting heavier and heavier as the thoughts hit my brain. Mother fucker.
You're an idiot.
The thing that sucks is that I'm usually the one who pulls this crap...and now it's being done to me and it sucks.
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Regression is for the weak. I hope you're happy