Me, Myself and I

The timing is funny really, how all of a sudden Beyonce's Me, Myself and I started playing on my iTunes as I was going through Facebook yesterday morning. Of all the songs that could have possibly played in that morning's shuffle, this one could not have been better suited for what I was about to chance upon.

Let me just get to the point here. Apparently Charlie is as big a douche bag as well, Charlie (yes, that's a bit cryptic, but it's much safer not to drop bombs online). For all his WINNING comments and smooth moves, he really is just a player who seems to want to take advantage of everyone he sees fit to be taken advantage of.

What am I trying to say? Charlie is taken. I know I shouldn't be affected, really, considering whatever we were doing wasn't exactly dating. But I still have the right to feel used right? Nonetheless, there is no use crying over spilled milk because nothing I say or do, and not even the time I spend throwing insults his way will reverse whatever happened. I can't take back what I did and what I lost and neither can he, so I guess we both just have to live with it. NO REGRETS.

Personally, I'm so over this BS. Although I still want to punch him in the face, gut, and of course balls, I can't help but wonder if he even feels the slightest bit of guilt or if that kind of emotion just seems to evade him all together. The girl (who I also know) looks happy, and I feel she is. I just hope one day Charlie gets a dose of his own medicine because I know I'm not the one who's going to have to suffer the repercussions of his wanton actions.

GOOD MORNING WORLD! And hello July!

xx,

Ri.