I cannot sleep. This is the horrid-est day of my life. I feel so lost, with nothing for support.
Im so angry that he actually cheated on me.
Then, I feel so betrayed.
And because I ended it, I feel so sad.
And this myraid of emotions keep repeating itself again and again in my head. Thoughts of what they had done, of what we could have in the future if this hadn't happened, is making me switch between agony and sorrow.
One moment i'm pining for him, then the next I feel slapped in the face and twisted in my heart when I recall how he has already moved on and had fun with another. I thought I was the only special one, but I was so wrong.
How I wish that every teardrop will take away 1 painful memory.
What a silly, silly little girl you have been Daphne.
Each agent, wittingly or unwittingly, is a producer and reproducer of meaning... it is because subjects do not know what they are doing that what they do has more meaning than they know. --- Bourdieu---
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