On a completely unrelated note, the God Damned FSA has resurfaced AGAIN after I half-accidentally blew him off at the bar the other night. It's interesting because I was talking to Ciera about it earlier that day. The MOMENT I blew him off I KNEW I was going to come home to find another damned 'Why do you hate me' message floating in my mailbox, though this one turned out to be a bit more long winded than the last one. It's typical, you know? His mother treats him like hes the son of fucking God and now he doesn't know how to take no for an answer. He keeps saying how much he loved/still loves me, and I'm wondering when he's going to wake up and realize that its just a damned infatuation. We dated for 5 months. Love just doesn't happen in 5 months. It's just sad that my infatuation with him wore off way before his did with me. I just want him to stop, and to leave me alone. It might be a different story if he had acted differently after we broke up, but he didn't, so we are where we are, and where I am is in a corner dealing with a whiny, clingy, child of an ex boyfriend who needs to get the hell out of dodge and wake up. A part of me actually cares that he'll read this and be hurt, because we had good times when we dated, but another part hopes that he'll read it. That way, either I'll open his eyes or he'll think I'm a huge bitch. Either way, he might leave me the fuck alone. Christ. Even Coleman left me alone. What the hell, dude?Until later.
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