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Anything Goes
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She said that she had missed me tonight. Drunkenly, of course, but that was always her way. Dead sober as I was, I knew that I'd missed her too, and told her so. She looked at me with a funny face. Maybe she hadn't known then...but it was no matter. When did she decide that she missed me? While fucking my friend? It's 3am, she's probably getting pounded by him right now. Though I don't hold much malice for any of them. She has become part of an all to familiar pattern, dated, dumped, then dated again. Chicks just get used to me after a while, I guess. I came to a hard realization tonight, after thinking for a while. So many "if only she'd done...if only he'd done..." enough to fill a book. I haven't said anything like that in a while. Why can't people understand, that sometimes, both people end up loosing? Why does somebody always have to "win?" So we both somewhat agree that there was something there, but it's now fucked up. And that is the way of the world.