Not even three weeks...

Not even three &%@*ing weeks!!!

She is now with this Erik thing... person... guy. However not even three weeks passed since she broke up with me. I mean, everything that we had wasn't really that important? She didn't mourn it for a little while... she just jumped into his arms like she was desperate to do it, like our relationship was like a dungeon and I was the evil wicked wizard. All that we had wasn't really that important to her, the last months of our life together were a complete fake... all those kisses, all those hugs, all of that was a fake.

Yesterday I cried like I've never done it... the sad part is the reason of my crying.

Am I stupid for believing in love? Am I an ass for trying? Am I a weirdo for betting for friendship?

I'd like to write a poem about this... maybe I'll will.