(this is a mere observation. it's not about me and it's probably not about you. therefore don't jump to any conclusions.)
It's quite a disturbing sight: you.
Broken up with.
Hurt.
Jaded.
Mad.
So what do you do? You go to the gym, you cut your hair, you buy new clothes...you ditch everything that was you in a ridiculous attempt at portraying a new you.
It's a sham. You're a sham.
Be real for five seconds.
Yes, you look skinnier. Yes, you look different. Yes, you're single and ready to mingle. You've totally moved on, so over it. Mhm. Trust me, you've made all that crystal clear, despite what's written across your forehead.
You don't own a mirror anyway.
But, and take this in the most honest and serious way possible, no matter how many Facebook photo albums you create labeled "I love my life," no matter your waist size, no matter your fake smile, no matter your deliberate, obvious attempt to make yourself look like a happy, healthy, independant aka no longer a victim because you were too good to begin with i.e. their loss...regardless of all that, you've fallen short.
Way short. Taking the high dive into the kiddie pool, if you will.
It's written across your face. In plain English. Your insecurity. Your flaw.
Your sadness.
I know you didn't deserve it, but c'mon.
Don't get desperate for attention.
It'll just remind him or her of the reason behind dumping your ass.
(a statistic i just made up: 4 out of 5 people who are recently broken up with focus almost entirely on fixing their outside, rather than their inside.)
Look deeper y'all.
