Thnks fr th Mmrs

841 days. Couldn't even get to 1,000. 72,682,140 seconds. No where near 100,000,000.  Ugh, it was just 20 more weeks, whaiii. The Vietnam war lasted longer this. By like 18 years. Why the long face? Celebrate! 

Vive la france! Cette la liberation de ma vie! Ma cœur. Mes ames d’attrition. Ne plus pas le merde d’amour et mots de faux passion. 

Long live my soul ! My youthful soul. My ‘wow, why did I let this drag me down’ soul. Seventeen magazine has done two things right in my life: This and that nail design mini mag they sent me.

My ovaries are free! I can gestate when I want and with who I want. But of course I won't nor do I want too. 

Shopping is more important than men. It can help overcome any obstacle. I'm out of money. 

And honestly in the three weeks that he’s been in college I’ve found a new side of me. Or rather an old side emerging that was lost in the rapture of being a couple for so long.

Of course I miss him. Maybe this false relief will fade away and I’ll break down. I’m actually not sure how to feel about this. My mind is conflicted. One part of me is like yay, no more bullshit! And the other part of me is like… why did I do wrong. I should have tried harder. But you can’t try harder when someone’s pushing you away. I don’t know if I miss him, or what I thought we were. Wouldn’t you be sad if the person you spent the most time with and shared the most thoughts with, matured, regressed, and experienced with all of a sudden tells you that he just wants to be friends when you thought I totally coulda worked out. Ha.. ha.. heart break.

So he sees it like this: best fuck buddies become more than fuck. Hm.  Friendzoned.

And babes, don’t talk shit about him in front of me. Of course he can be a dick, but really, who isn’t.

Sigh, c’est la vie.  Look at all the stuff I have to give back. What pisses me off is that he gave me that stuff so that breaking up would be harder. That asshole.