, This is not a good night.

This is not a good night.

This is a viciously angry, broken heart night.

If the bars in CA didn’t close at 2, I would have found the seediest one I could near home (hard to do since I live in a very conservative upscale city with no bars), and gone homewith the first guy that noticed me.

I joke that since I left my husband, only 18 year olds and married men have gone after me. Raging lie. All of ONE man has paid legit attention to me. He’s married and the asshole that date raped me. Fucking wonderful existence this is…bullshit. So over this shit.

Loneliness can go fuck itself. Fucking miss him like crazy.