Seriously though.... tonight I went to a concert with some friends, and jokingly asked one to "remind me that texting exes is always a bad idea." She replied by letting me know that my most recent ex - one I'd broken up with about a month ago - was already dating someone else. Oof. Fucking oof.

Now... does this woman matter in my life anymore? Nope. Does her success diminish my accomplishments? Nope. Does this woman's happiness affect my potential for fulfillment in any way shape or form? Fucking no, it doesn't.

So why does having confirmation that I meant so little to her still hurt so damn much? She's nothing but a monster - a person happy to leave a trail of injured innocent in her wake while she tries to fabricate meaning in her ephemeral existence. So why should a monster's opinion matter to me? Why should it hurt so much that she moved on so quickly without a second thought? And worse yet - how could I let myself come so damn close to loving something capable of that?

Apologies... I guess this is more of a rant than a personals post, but I'm just dealing with a lot of shit tonight, and I could really use a little extra help in sorting it all out. I know it's basic stuff. I know I should be able to handle all this. But tonight... I can't. Tonight I get to fail in spectacular fashion all over Reddit (or what's left of it), and hope there's a few empathetic souls wandering by to help meake sense of this mess I've put myself in. So, if you've ever been hung up on an ex, or been discarded like trash when you knew you deserved better, or even if you just want to lend an empathetic ear to a redditor in need, I'd love to hear from you.