I want to know. No, I don't want to know.

Know why I unfollowed him from insta? My fingers have the urge to tap into his stories, my fingers have the urge to ask him "how's your day?" And I would tap into it. I've tried. I sworn, today I am NOT tapping into his stories. Yet, I tapped. Therefore I made a decision, stop myself, whatever consequence I get, It's nothing.

I don't wanna know about his life anymore. I don't want to remember his number. I don't wanna care. He has a gf? Since when? How did that happened? Who's that?

Have you ever trusted someone so so much you proudly tell your friends, no, he's not the kind of people that would cheat. He's not a player. Turned out to be the most fucking terrible player he's ever been.

I'm so so. Idk what to say anymore. Idk, man. I sometimes wish I don't get these info. But would you rather get info about how evil the person you loved was when you were so sure about him? Everything happens for a reason.

He's an asshole.
He's a douche.
He's a piece of shit.
He's the worst dick ever.

Why the fuck does he exist???
Can he please just die? Die from third dengue. Just fucking die. I hope he's struggling to wake up in bed right now because probably everyone cursed him to death. This is why he doesn't have friends. Maybe his friends know his pattern. Maybe he's just such an asshole.

Idk how to cope.
Idk how to feel.

I'm happy I broke up with him. But I was hoping he changed this recently. I can't believe he was like that all the time. I can't believe I've loved someone like that. He's the reason I drink. He's the reason I wanted to die.

What am I supposed to learn this time? I have terrible taste, are all men in this world gonna be playing like this? Or should I start to play with them?