Monday, February 1, 2010

jealousy and bulimia

argh. ok, so first i get a text from one of my friends. she and the other friend we were out with last night both ended up at an after party at the band's house after the show. the show i left early because i was tired and cranky and sad and pissed. yeah, i could have stayed and tried to have a good time since i love the music, but no, i needed to get sooooo drunk the night before that i was ashamed and exhausted to the point that i couldn't even dance, much less socialize with cool, friendly people.


it was bad enough that i threw myself at a white-trash kid the night before only to get blown off, but here i was the next night and in yet another situation where i'm hoping i can get laid or fall in love or do any-fucking-thing in between knowing that odds are NOTHING'S HAPPENING. then a whole slew of annoyances followed one another...


who else is there but my semi-ex friend ______ and her better-than-fiction boyfriend _____. i couldn't stand seeing them together. i couldn't stand catching a glimpse of a cute boy out of the corner of my eye and realizing it was _____ over and over. i couldn't stand feeling like i had to be nice to ______ when really i am so fucking pissed at her and so jealous and so disgusted with the fact that she used me, hurt me, and reminds me of how pathetic i was when ____ and i were together and how pathetic i am now that we're not. also, a decent boy DID talk to me, and i wanted to flirt with him, but i had no idea how to go about it without being an old, desperate lady and being obtuse. i tried to be cool about it, and next thing i know, he's gone. really gone. like, so gone maybe i should have given him more to go on. AND to top it all off, _____ called me earlier in the night to hang out after i thought i had shook him loose. i tried to drop hints as heavy as anchors, but he dodged every one. i had to raise and shake my voice and tell him i was feeling uncomfortable. he was maneuvering around every reason i had for not going straight to his house and picking him up and spending the whole night attached at the hip with him. i had to be blunt with him so then i spent the rest of the night feeling guilty for rejecting this nice guy i wanted to want but ditched instead.


yeah, so that was my day last night. shitty in itself, and that was on top of the usual missing ____ and feeling inadequate in the shadow of all that is his life then and now. then the text today that i missed an opportunity to meet amazing people (which is one of my main goals lately) and then i happen upon a picture of the cozy couple from last night on facebook and they are SO FUCKING IN LOVE AND HAPPY! so i'm so frustrated and so jealous. jealous of the people i should be happy for. jealous when it's a totally wasted emotion and damaging and hurtful to myself more than anyone. meanwhile, i just ate even though it's super late and i'm super fucking fatter than i want to be. i finished the two-helping dinner i made earlier tonight instead of saving half for tomorrow. so i threw up the second helping. rarely a day goes by when i don't throw up. last night i stopped for fast food on the way to the show because i wasn't very hungry while i was home when i could have made something relatively healthy... so i threw that up when i got to the bar. i had to hold the bathroom stall door because the latch was broken and still aim for the toilet and still try to be as quiet as i could so the other girls in there didn't know i was heaving, all the while trying to not get it in my hair that i couldn't hold back because the fucking latch was a god-damned piece of shit!!!! i fucking hate how fucking lame i am. i fucking hate it.



by the way... still ugly. still old and fat. fuck. i'll be making an appt for a dermatologist and also a personal trainer asap. hopefully that will help. that in addition to doing something with my life of course. incidentally, i really like the way throwing up feels sometimes. it's like taking a great shit... there's a physical pleasure in it. i probably wouldn't feel like this if i was getting laid. it's so sickening to think of ___ having sex and looking into so-and-so's eyes and coming all over (or in) whomever when i'm all alone and disgusting and wasting away getting fatter and uglier and stupider. fuck.

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