hurt heartbroken, hell really hath no fury like a woman scorned.
I’m passive aggressive like it’s an Olympic sport.
I have so many saved heartbreak quotes that I can toss one out at a moment’s notice.
I will share every single sad song lyric like a DJ spinning tracks at a club.
I plot revenge like an author plots their story.
I lash out.
I’m petty to Nth degree.
I talk a lot of smack for someone who is crying behind every post.
I give an illusion of no fucks given as I wipe tears away from my eyes, and wondering what I did wrong.
I silently pine for you to apologize and ask to make up while I’m silently cussing you out as I scroll through your page.
I hope you wonder who I’m going out with, when I share a snap of me…