my-best-friend-is-beautiful

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I’ve been having the worst month of my life -not exaggerating- because I’ve been on and off with a girl that meant my entire galaxy or even universe and thanks to that I couldn’t really study or do shit because a) depression, b) constant fights and ugh, drama to the toxic relationship we had, c) I’m gonna fail in my finals so I have to retake the classes and accept I lost a year of my life and d) yeah, I ended up miserable for losing that girl but I know time will heal my “Hamlet” heart but last night my best friend and I were talking about role-playing together and she agreed on role-playing with me for the first time in like the two years since we met and I am so happy about that, I know I’m not as good as her but YESSSSS MY BESTIE AND I ARE ROLE-PLAYING TOGETHER AND I AM SO SO HAPPY. She’s like the best human being in the entire planet and I adore her, she always tries to cheer me up and make me smile and I’m making this shout out post to her @the-mission-of-my-wntrsldr so everyone can follow her. Hey loser, te quiero, te amo, te adoro con todo mi corazón, eres mi tercera persona favorita en el mundo -porque primero Richard y luego mi mascota-, gracias por existir y lidiar conmigo en mis borracheras y momentos de emo, gracias por ser mi mejor amiga, I love you with all my heart, thank you for being you and loving me for who I am.

My beautiful fiancée and best friend is starting her new job tomorrow, and I am so damn proud of everything she has already achieved. Throughout her degree and her Masters she has showed so much strength and determination; I don’t think even she realised how strong she could be. She’s genuinely an inspiration, and someone who always makes me yearn to do better in life, too.
Best of luck tomorrow, though I’m absolutely sure you won’t need it.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.