I really need a rebound. I keep thinking my heart has healed but it hasn’t. When we’re doing pranayama in yoga my thoughts wander and you still always show up. It’s not that I want you back, it’s not that I still have feelings for you. It’s that I still can’t believe you hurt me that badly and randomly. And that you still never told me the truth. And that you never apologized or even spoke a word to me after it all happened. My heart is still so bruised. And I hate that yours isn’t. I fucking hate that you shattered mine and yet you’re so goddamn happy. You probably never ever think about me or feel badly for what you’ve done. Because you have your pot and her and your mountains.

So yeah. I need a rebound. I need someone else’s lips on mine so yours aren’t the last I’ve felt anymore. I need you off my mind and out of my life for good. Because frankly it makes me sick to my stomach that I fell for a white trash dirtbag like you.

Bring it on, Milwaukee weekend. Lemme find a cute boy to flirt with for the night. That’s all I want.

(Source: veryspecialporn, via myprivateopera)