Ehhhh.

It's been almost nine months since the billionaire and I gave up on our pseudo-love. Today he finally admitted to having a new girlfriend, a fact that was already confirmed by an email from a top secret source weeks ago. But up until today, it was denial after denial from his official camp. I wish I cared less, I wish I didn't care at all.

For some reason I feel hurt and I'm not sure if it's because he's officially moved on and on some level I haven't or if I'm more upset that he didn't tell me sooner but still persisted on signing his emails with "miss you and love you always". Maybe it's worse because I know her, maybe it's worse because he used to call her fat, ugly and obnoxious. I thought that last part would make me feel better but it makes me feel so much worse. I was never so ignorant as to entertain a happy ending for our star crossed love, but I still feel like I lost the game and I like to win. So now, I cry at random and feel like falling into a deep, dramatic depression.

If I had any comfort food in the house, now would be an opportune time to binge but for whatever reason it's not so appealing knowing my fridge is full of snap peas, cucumber and soy milk.