He has a new girlfriend. His friend told me. On Valentines day. Whilst i was drunk.
Actually, drunk is an understatement. The level of intoxication i reached that night having been 
told this news (with the same amount of tact as someone who buys louboutins for a double leg amputee) is one that only a broken heart could constitute. With each aspect of this story making it all the more horrific, like someone twisting the in blade further and further, one must have sympathy for why i sent what i sent to mend my poor sad soul (and which consequantly lost me the reminants of my shattered pride).
we have all done it. Lord knows i have, virtually everytime i go out in fact. A cringey message to a friend or potential love interest that you really wish you hadnt sent and quite frankly do not rememeber sending. Well imagine waking up to find the following message staring smugly back at you from your sent items like a little brother who's just shown his friends your diary entry about you first period. Imagine your heart sinking more with every next word.
'you are a fuckeing prick. i am goinh to get fucked by all the rugby boys and i hope they fuck me hard you heartless cunt. go fuck yourself you have broken my heart. enjiy taking out whatever slags your takingg out'
Not my finest literary moment i admitt. Please be careful to note the particually imaginative insults such as 'fucking prick', witty excessive use of swear words, precise use of punctuation and spelling and profoundly heart rendering and effective change of tone mid sentence such as 'go fuck yourself you have broken my heart.' Also do enjoy the use of 'all' instead of 'one of' when referring to my getting fucked by the rugby boys.
Now i accept this is not the ideal way to confront a delicate situation such as this. If i could go back and not have downed those fatal last vodka shots, i would. Because the fact is, i did get fucked that night. By myself. I fucked myself good and proper by sending that text.
That was two days ago.
I still haven't heard back.
He was supposed to love me. Vodka where are you now?
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