I’m at that point where I want to revamp my whole wardrobe, cut my hair, binge on junk food, bake for hours on end, drink tequila and jack and letting loose on the dance floor, come back home and pass out on my bed with my heels still on, only to wake up to the same annoying thoughts of him and what we were and what could’ve been that make me want to cry and punch my pillow.
But it’s ok. I’ve still got a lot of good stuff going on in my life—a job that I love, people who fulfill me and inspire and support me, a family who will love me unconditionally, a car that I bought myself with minimal debt, and career goals and aspirations that will bring me one step closer to awesomeness. He’s got no job to go back home to, the $30,000 chain and shackle of his past regrets looming over him, an inferiority/victim complex, and horrible, horrible taste in girls. He will never amount to HALF of what I am. I will probably be the best thing that’s ever happened to him that he will never recognize or appreciate, and I am going to laugh in his face if he ever decides to come crawling back to me. Sorry, sucker.
Boyfriend surprises his girlfriend with a Pug puppy after the loss of her 10 year old Beagle
I cried
THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD RIGHT NOW
PERFECT BOYFRIEND IS PERFECT
AND THE PUPPY IS LIKE “HI NEW MOMMY I LOVE YOU I MAKE YOU NO SAD”
SO MANY TEARS
A tear or two really did fall.
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