Vic the Prick

What happened tonight, for the record, was not cool. Emily's life is full of trivial facts, full of bad emotions, sour details. I do not deserve what I get in life. This is a well known fact...Braden found a lady friend. I accepted it. Jesse went to Ithaca instead of going to Alabama, I accepted. But acception of these following events will be unruly to handle, and I didn't deserve this.
I met Vic on Hot or Not...he seemed nice, Alex said "harmless" and I believed him. I fucking believed him.
keep in mind that it now 3:23 AM and I am not quite sober. So I drove to poughkeepsie and picked him up. He was a West Point guy, but I thought third time's the charm right? Wrong, dead wrong.
I am depressed by my lack to find the right man. He must be out there, swimming among the millions of losers in the world, just waiting. He must be out there, climbing up to look up high, looking for me. I saw potential in the beer drinking liberal...I saw potential, I put faith in it. Faith is a word I hadn't used in a while. I had faith in me and Braden, and looked where that ended up. He has Abby now, insecure now...still unchanged, but happier I'm sure. But I had faith in Vic too...I had faith in something that could be good at least. Until he hooked up with Porter, my roommate.
I don't blame Porter. The blame rests on him and only on him. You don't come to visit someone and end up hooking up with their roommate who is also their close friend. What kind of sick fuck do you have to be to be such an asshole?
Where's faith in my life now? It's floating down the Hudson River, past West Point and out to the ocean...never to be seen again.
I'm sorry to be so flowery but I can't help it. It's my birthday you know...this was my party...and I guess I can cry if I want to. And I have. I wept and Porter wept too on the phone while she told me she loved me and I said I loved her too. I'm not letting my roommate and I fight because of some loser West Point cadet who's an asshole and a prick. Vic the Prick. Porter would chime it out because it sounded good. And I said he wasn't. But he was.
Life couldn't get any worse for me right now. It's been so long since a guy hasn't lied to me, has cared about me. And who am I to believe now?
If you're reading this Vic...I'm sorry I wasted so much time on you, you pathetic west point bastard, just like the rest of them.
Miss Emily's gone...