Strum My Heart : JG

1.1 - Just because

My life is a torture circle. I get hurt, get over it, repeat. 

Get hurt

Get over it

Repeat

Basically, my ex just walked in the diner. With the hottest girl i've ever seen. She's obviously not from here. An exotic Italian Cindy Kimberly looking girl. I was looking so ratchet and ugly. I can't believe this. They look like they just came out of a magazine shoot. I sunk down lower into my seat and prayed to the gods of miracles to help me teleport back into my car. I do not know how. I was desperate. Because when you run into your ex looking like this, you kind of want to crawl into a hole and die. Especially when he has a hot model with him. I sunk down lower in my seat and poured my red bull into a glass, trying to act casual. Yeah, casual. He had to look over at me and watch the tears stream down my face, he did. I missed him, I really did. I knew he was a fuck boy. I knew he was a player. I knew he didn't treat me the way I deserved to be treated. I knew he hurt me so bad and that he probably didn't even think about me. I really fucking missed him. I miss him so bad, it feels like there's just a big hole in my heart ever since that night. The night that broke me. The night that helped me realize that I was nothing but a piece of shit, that I was nothing without him. I loved him, I really did. Seeing him here just absolutely broke me into pieces. I placed a 20 on the table and speed walked the fuck out of there. I couldn't do it anymore. I just couldn't.