(Actually, it was eight fucking days. I counted wrong.)

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November 26, 2017

Well, I’ll be goddamned. Jeff emailed me! Ten fucking days! Ten fucking days! What an asshole. Jerk. Fuckwit. Dickwad. Asshole. Jerk. And so on. And so on.

So I broke up with him for NOTHING. He is the most selfish, thoughtless, more fucked up than me married boyfriend I’ve ever fucking had. What an asshole. Jerk. And so on.

I hate him so much. So why do I get turned on when he’s basically psychologically abusive? I mean, doesn’t his treatment of me equate to that?

My goddamn fucking Daddy Issues are fucking killing me.

(Actually, it was eight fucking days. I counted wrong.)