To be fair, he was warned. He was WARNED. I mentioned to him, couple weeks ago, that I am a bitch. Two weeks ago exactly. ... Ok, not exactly, it could've been anywhere between 2-4 weeks ago that I mentioned this to him. But, I'd ballpark it at 2 weeks. Keeping track of time is not my strong suit.
And if that wasn't enough of a warning, I did tell him 3 days ago, and that one is 3 days exactly, and I know for sure because... never mind, I know, but I told him that I was the expert at not being a couple. Did he ever stop and think for a minute there was a reason for that? Hmmm? Probably. And he probably assumed the wrong things. Which is not my fault.
So, he has been warned.
And just as I'm convincing myself that this means he has been warned so I am not entirely to blame, Cold Hard Bitch comes on, and then I have this starking realization that that song is about me.
And the only thing that is currently distracting me from that thought is: starking isn't a word. But I'm going to use it anyways, because I'm pretty confident that people will know what I'm saying. Or maybe I'm just foolish. In any case, I'm definitely a doucher. Which is also, not a word.
And I have failed at comforting myself.
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