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After I cried in my ex's arms I told him to leave and never contact me again. He laughed in my face after that, and said he'll "see me on the flip side" I can't help but roll my eyes at his confidence.
I'm not going to say I hate him. I want to hate him I really do, I mean sleeping with my best friend?
Anyone would be mad but in all honesty.. She's missing out, not me. Now that being said!
Crying to Brent Fahitaz while eating chocolate pretzels, in my bed, braids frizzy as hell, and my cat not letting me pet her? I'm DEVASTATED.
Who wouldn't be? I ruined my friendship with somebody for a quick nut, my ex came back with terrible news, the terrible news was that my ex-bestie slept with him, and my braids bout' old as hell now.
It would be really cliche if I said, "It could be worse!" and then something worse happens right after? Yes, it would be, that's why I'm gonna say it!
'Girl, don't act like you changed
When we both know you can't~'
I attempt to sing along but end up being cut short due to my phone ringing. "Damn I can't even fucking sing now?!" I complain to myself before picking up the phone.
"Hello? Whoever this is please don't be on bullshit today because I've had enough for one day." I say assuming it's an unknown family member or scam call.
"Ms. Kane?" The pretzel in my left hand instantly drops on my white covers, as well as my jaw. No way I forgot to save my manager's number.
"Oh, my words! I am so sorry ma'am! I was just having a bad day-" I stop ranting as I hear a deep sigh on the other end of the phone.
"I'm not one for small talk. So I'm just going to rip off the band-aid... you're being laid off." My heart sinks after her words and my throat starts to hurt.
"W-what?" My voice shakes mid-sentence but I don't care. This must be some sick joke!
"We've gotten an anonymous report that you are sending explicit photos to customers who don't turn in their library cards." The woman on the line explains that footage was shown and blah blah.
"I would never do anything like that though!" I can't hold back my tears anymore and the lady can obviously tell I'm crying at this point.
"I know you wouldn't babes, but that proof is in the pudding. You're lucky the cops weren't called instead" the lady says to me in a hushed tone and I give her nothing in return.
After discussing the pay I hang up and turn my playlist back on. And I scream. I scream until my heart doesn't hurt anymore.
After screaming for five minutes I now feel tired. But I can't even think about sleep right now, because who in the fuck "reported" me. Probably my fucked up ex, he's one of the only guys I've ever sent a video to, other than my high school sweetheart.
He's in Texas now though, so it would be comical if he reported me from thousands of miles away. So it could only be Timothy. Of fucking course, as soon as I show vulnerability he pulls this bullshit.
I look so dumb right now. All I can do is laugh. This is hilariously sad, like what the hell? I start laughing to myself while my cat looks at me from the corner of my room. Definitely judging me.
I wish I could talk to Selvi right about now. He'd know what to do.
After crying I decide sleep will give me the answers, even though it's only 7 pm.
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