Over the last few weeks, I’ve grown so much as a person that when you see me again, you won’t even recognize me. I’m a more mature, more independent, more focused individual than I was a month ago. I realize now that I can’t sit around every day waiting for you to care about me. I don’t know where you get the idea that you love me. If you did, you’d make time for me. You know, your girlfriend. But what the fuck ever.
I don’t know why I don’t just break up with you. I really should. I dream of R and TL and having all the freedom that comes with being single. But I also dream of last Fall, when we were together all the time, and everyone said we were the cutest couple ever. Haha. If only they could see us now.
I won’t talk to you first, so now we don’t talk at all. Fine. Like I said, I’ve grown a lot in the last few weeks. It’s going to take a while, but I’m going to learn not to miss you. I’m going to move out here without you, and wait for our relationship to crash and burn [by the way, I still plan on letting you start the fire. For now]. And even in the flaming wreckage, I’m going to try my damnedest to forget about you–you seem to have forgotten about me a looong time ago.