Watching you move on has always been the second hardest part for me. but I don’t even fucking understand what I saw in you sometimes. I mean, we’re two completely different people with completely different values and interests now that we’ve been broken up for over a month. looking at the lineup I’m in, I’m nothing like the other girls you tend to pursue. as much of a terrible match we were, I know I loved you. it might have just been because you took my virginity, or maybe it was simply because you were the first person to take the time to figure me out. but you left me feeling completely fucked over and i’ve been pissed off and hurt for the past few weeks. then I realized how tragic we were and I guess you could say I’m thankful you made the final push to pull us apart, because I never would have left you and not came running back. but anyways, I’m always going to remember you, and that isn’t saying I’m going to be spending the rest of my life curled up in my bed, crying, replaying all the good ol’ times.. I’ll remember how much of an asshole you were, as well. but the point of this whole babble was to say I’m happy you’ve found someone else.

I don’t like how slow everything seems to be going. I need excitement. otherwise I find myself in a permanent mood of indifference and boredom.