Call the wahmbulance 'cause I'm bummed out. After rifling through his online presence for roughly five minutes, I want to not only stab my computer but toss myself on my bed and have a good cry like a dramatic pre-teen who's parents won't let her stay out 'til midnight even though all of her friends can. This happens every few months when my curiosity takes over (and we all know that curiosity killed the cat.)
Am I overreacting? Yes.
Is this the end of the world? No.
Do I feel like shit about seeing him happy without me in his life? Yes.
Am I being a big baby? Yes.
Is my lower lip wobbling? Yes.
WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF? I'm not sure.
Am I gonna be okay in the near future? That's up to you.
If you have any suggestions about what would cheer me up, kindly leave 'em in the comments. Thanks, duders. I owe you one!