The irony.

I found out my ex was two timing me.

I confronted him and called it off.

I almost sympathised with him, he kept making excuses.

I acted detached, I acted like I didn't care, but deep down I knew I still like him.

Myriad of emotions told me maybe I should've cheated.

But I know I wouldn't have. It's just emotions distorting my thoughts and feelings.

But now it's over it's for the best.

I don't need this right now.

I'm hurt. But I'm fine. I'll get over it. Time to overdose on caffeine.