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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Hi.
How are you doing? My lack of emotions and your lack of a response makes me happy. Really. I am slowly sifting you out of my life. I still wear your jacket to sleep. But when I do it's more of a wowthematerialfeelsdamnnice instead of a wowthisremindsmeofyouandimissyou. At 2am last night I thought of you again. But what i was thinking of is how i wished i had taken the black jacket from you too, because i really like that jacket.
I feel like shit sometimes. Because we planned our lives. We planned to be together forever and a day. But forever and a day lasted only 17 months. I don't regret anything about it. But I think breaking up with you is the best decision I've made this year. I am so much happier now.
If you're wondering, of course I still love you. Of course I still think of you. Of course I still miss you. 17 months is not a short time. It takes time to heal. When I go out I think of you, when i wear the clothes you like I think of you, when i talk about the place you hate to eat at I think of you, when I read the papers I think of you, when i walk home i think of you, when i sleep i think of you.
But it's not as much. And it's less painful. I learned so much from you and I'm thankful for everything.
I hope you read this and don't ever come back into my life. Btw, I didn't fail promos.
How are you doing? My lack of emotions and your lack of a response makes me happy. Really. I am slowly sifting you out of my life. I still wear your jacket to sleep. But when I do it's more of a wowthematerialfeelsdamnnice instead of a wowthisremindsmeofyouandimissyou. At 2am last night I thought of you again. But what i was thinking of is how i wished i had taken the black jacket from you too, because i really like that jacket.
I feel like shit sometimes. Because we planned our lives. We planned to be together forever and a day. But forever and a day lasted only 17 months. I don't regret anything about it. But I think breaking up with you is the best decision I've made this year. I am so much happier now.
If you're wondering, of course I still love you. Of course I still think of you. Of course I still miss you. 17 months is not a short time. It takes time to heal. When I go out I think of you, when i wear the clothes you like I think of you, when i talk about the place you hate to eat at I think of you, when I read the papers I think of you, when i walk home i think of you, when i sleep i think of you.
But it's not as much. And it's less painful. I learned so much from you and I'm thankful for everything.
I hope you read this and don't ever come back into my life. Btw, I didn't fail promos.
shake me. 11:14 PM.
