It's like several times a week when I'm heading home or from home I see them together. That piece of shit lives three blocks down from me. I passed by them as they were turning into park at his place. This is so fucking unfair. I'm trying to move on, trying so god damn hard. It doesn't help that it's usually when I'm heading home from therapy that I see them, when I'm already vulnerable enough. And then my mind goes to the scenarios. What's going on in that apartment? I'm sure you can imagine the horrible things that go through my head. 

I have to get the fuck out of this shit town that I only moved to for her.