Fact and fiction..

Fact:
I am a whiny bitch!
Fiction:
I'm going to find a bus ticket somewhere and just see.
Fact:
I am a whiny bitch!
Fiction:
I was good enough for him.
Fact:
I don't want anything to do with weed.
Fiction:
I love to be left alone!
[Oh kay maybe that should go under both categories..]
Fact:
I'm a whiny bitch!
Fiction:
I have boys just lined up. And I'm glad!
Fact:
I deserve someone better.
Fiction:
I deserve someone better.
Fact:
He deserves someone better.

The list could go on and on..
I woke up this morning realized that I felt..
I dunno what.
It wasn't deep throbbing pain tho,
For some reason.
It's probably my defense mechanism saving me.
And convincing me I've moved on already.
I love myself for it,
Really I do,
But I need to find out if it's true or not..

That's where the brainstorming comes in..
Everything involves money.
I can't find out for sure over the phone.
I could see if I care about him but..
Not the other way 'round.
And it wouldn't be a true indication.
I have to see him.
I don't see that happening soon really.
Especially since he's not willing to.
Whatever.

Fact:
We're both whiny bitches.
Fiction:
He'll come back to me.
I know he will.
Yeah.
Sure.