I just hate it when love stories make my heart cry. I watched this foreign film which surprisingly, seemed as if  (intentionally) a parody of my past. Everything about that film made me prepare for tears. I must say, the realization that Ex is still on me (or I am still with Ex) is scary for a fact. It's like burying yourself alive (damn, that scene was included on the film), or hanging yourself or better, placing it inside a microwave oven (Go Sylvia Plath). The only consolation of that film is a little belief that there is still a good ending. Darn. I had a friend who always say that she likes movies with happy beggining but scary endings. Interesting. So I guess, until I replace Ex, she will still remain Ex.

Where the hell did J, XXXX and uh---oh I have a new butterfly.

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I got drunk
I got high
and cried.

And played "A Love Song for the Stupids"

And the next morning, I laughed.

I'm f*cking deadly eh?