I have this incredible ability to pull crap towards me.
Lately a certain specific woman began contacting me again because... Fuck I don't know... Anyway... She began spurting out some accusations about how I ruined her life since I stopped being with her... That she had loved me and now I was the reason she is sad all the time... Of course she started calling me a bastard for leaving...
Now what's really hovering over my head is... Why the fuck did she sleep with my friend if she loved me so much? I was the one who was hurting, I was the one who made a fucking effort to be happy and not let my baggage overpower her... I was the fucking idiot who decided for once to start believing that people are good... I was the asshole who was backstabbed and should have expected it.
This only makes me think that I should just close myself to these situations... Nothing good ever comes out of people and I have the scars to prove it... What's worse... She was able to make me feel guilty for nothing... And now I'm paying by punching walls and locking myself in...
And people wonder why I smoke pot and get drunk...