Quel Surprise

Well. Surprise surprise. It happened again. I said it would be the last time, the last time; this time; this is the last time.

I got a text to say "it's all too much for me, I still miss my ex, you're too nice for me.." yadda yadda yadda. This is exactly what was expected. It's clear that she uses me for the initial break-up blues, and the second she's feeling better, or another guy comes on the scene *POOF* And she's gone.

The (bitter) sweet texts, the idea of being wanted, the long conversations.. It's pleasant and all, but it doesn't mean anything when it's all thrown away so quickly. In fact, I'm not really sure if I meant anything to her anyway? Am I not purely just a distraction? A medicinal aid when her heart breaks?

I'm so far removed from the situation that it's impossible for me to be hurt by this. It does make me realise how easily my will is changed by the pithiest of apologies and some attention.

This is the last time I'll be visiting the world concocted inside the heads of a dreamer and a fantasist.

Memory

I forgot that I'd started this blog. My memory isn't one of my most redeeming features...

When I have the time, and patience; I'll write something.

Deflowered

First time blogging on here. I've had a number of blogs before, but I ain't tellin' you what they are. Punk. Full of teenage angst, and who wants to read that?

I'll be back when I've got something to say.