She was switching back and forth from YouTube and Facebook.
She was making this demotivational poster and went to type "paint" into the search bar of her fabulous Windows Vista Start Menu.
But her fingers drew her to another word.
Another place.
Where she was sitting in a car, getting ready to smoke a bowl, when "Faint" by Linkin Park started playing.
And her heart ached from missing him.
Especially since his stupid-ass ex started dating one of her good friends and she had to see her stupid-ass face more.
And she could see that text in her brain.
Clear.as.day
"you were just a fuck, he doesn't really care about you...not trying to be mean but...."
The truth hurts like a mo'afuckin bitch.
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