Break-Up Part 1.

It doesn't matter who ended it. It doesn't matter if you both agree to stay friends. It doesn't matter that you know all the feelings of self-hatred and sadness are annoying and stupid and you'll look back on it and laugh about it later.

It still really fucking hurts when your heart is ripped out and stomped on.

Luckily I'm kind of out of this phase now. 

I'm posting this in "honor" of the one year anniversary that would have happened today.

It's a part of the healing process for me, and I'm sorry if it offends anybody...