Dumped
Summary: Kirsten regrets the junk food…
Disclaimer: Don't own her
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So I haven't been dumped but I have had the day from hell and I think my reaction has been pretty similar. Tears and biscuits, lol. Today my a student loan form without £0.00 on it came but it's still wrong (been at them since April), I was rejected for a show I really wanted to be in (the musical "The Last Five Years", I've really fallen for it) AND told my concession has been denied for my course so I can't do Arabic. This means last year was a total waste, as was my work this summer, and I have to register for other courses which I don't want to do. Fighting it but god knows where that'll get me. It didn't work in June when I tried to change to Combined Honours. Wish me luck this time! And sorry for ranting…
PS. This has to be my shortest EVER fic!
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What Kirsten hated most about guys was that not only did they dump you, but that made you eat a ton of junk food so you could never get another one.
Not that you'd want one really.
Fuckers
But sometimes you didn't have to want one. They just appeared. Right when you weighed more than you ever had in your life, not left your room for the past week and existed mainly off biscuits.
Typical
And the way this particular guy, this particular particularly hot guy, was looking at her made Kirsten wish she could take back that last packet. The thought of all that chocolate made her feel more than a little bit sick.
She was never ordering pizza again. Or drinking
Ha, like she'd manage that one, okay maybe not that.
Why the hell was he eyeing her up? Maybe there was someone behind her.
If only she'd brushed her hair this morning, if only she'd put on something other than these ugly sweats, maybe some make-up, if only, if only, if only…
Damn Jimmy Cooper
No doubt he'd just cost her a chance with the guy whose amazing blue eyes were currently checking her out.
Breathe in Kirsten, breathe in.