Because Jealousy is a bitch

Remember that time in college when you had been dating a boy for a very long 5 years or so and one random Thursday night your sister see him chatting with some girl in a fastfood. Remember how you went totally bonkers and went into a blacked out jealous rage? And of course he tells you that they were just talking about none sense stuffs and that the two of them are just friends. And you believe him because after all, you've been with him for a very serious 5 years. And then two days later he messed up with you and dumps you after work and you hear via a very intense cafeteria convo that the two of them are dating in some part of Calamba (baywalk) and you want to turn into a tater tot on your lunch tray rather than attempt to make it through the rest of the day.

That is sort of how my life feels right now only maybe not SO dramatic. But fairly close. I have been know to be a wee bit dramatic and emotional. Hah.

My friends say my feelings are totally justified. Boys say I am overreacting. It's your classic battle of the sexes.

I hate feeling jealous. And I hate feeling insecure. And I hate it even more that someone that is practically a stranger has the ability to fuck up a part of my life THIS much.

When it comes to relationships and breakups I am usually always the loser. I always seem to be the one that ends up alone and sad.

Life, jealousy (and bitches) sure are a bitch sometimes.