Crying in my room about people that make me cry. (Redundancy is redundant)

Let me start off by saying that, while I am an emotional person, I don't cry.  Actually, that's not true.  I don't cry about real life.  I don't cry when I hurt myself, I don't cry when people say mean things to me... I only cry at movies.

That has changed with the events of tonight.

Tonight, I ended up sobbing on my bed for about a half hour because of something  that someone said about me.  Yupp, I'm officially a teenage girl.  This thing was said by aforementioned guy that likes my boyfriend.  We haven't talked, and things have remained uneventful between us.  However, he just posted about me on Tumblr.  This post was specific enough that people that know both of us would know that it was me, but vague enough not to spell out my name.  He lied about me, but based enough on fact that anyone who read it without knowing my side would think that he was telling the truth.

At this point, I can't say much on the matter.  I really just want this to end.  But I'm not the one fueling the flames.  I have no say.

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