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The Cavs beat the Bulls, yeah!
Only one more day of work until a 3-day weekend. I am not sure if I'm going to Toronto for New Year's Eve or not. Well, the ex is still morose and icy. I haven't seen his face in a week. I try to leave my cubical and office as little as possible because I don't want to cross his path. I just may turn to stone. The sad thing is, I still care. It's obvious to me he doesn't, though. I am trying to let go, and I think as soon as I do, I'll be alot better off. I don't want to drag his name through the mud, because he can be a wonderful person, but not to me lately. I don't need this aggravation and bullshit, and I don't need his fucking agenda. He has come off as being the martyr to everyone, his family, friends. "You broke his heart" they all say. Where was all that sorry-ass pity when he broke mine? I broke up with him because I needed time to breathe, to think. I needed to sort myself out. I wasn't happy, in all areas of my life. So when I do get things in my head figured out, I expose it all to him. He says he can't love anything right now, that he doesn't know what his problem is. Then he is a total prick to me at that fucking party that I should have never gone to. He did not answer his phone when I called and he didn't call me back. So much for my fucking sunny message to him. He can shove it up his ass. Whatever. I'm getting pissed. My face is all hot now just thinking about how low I have felt and how he doesn't fucking care. Well, if he doesn't care, why the fuck should I? I need to move on. I have been putting myself under all this shame and scrutiny the past six months, and for what?
Fuck him.
Only one more day of work until a 3-day weekend. I am not sure if I'm going to Toronto for New Year's Eve or not. Well, the ex is still morose and icy. I haven't seen his face in a week. I try to leave my cubical and office as little as possible because I don't want to cross his path. I just may turn to stone. The sad thing is, I still care. It's obvious to me he doesn't, though. I am trying to let go, and I think as soon as I do, I'll be alot better off. I don't want to drag his name through the mud, because he can be a wonderful person, but not to me lately. I don't need this aggravation and bullshit, and I don't need his fucking agenda. He has come off as being the martyr to everyone, his family, friends. "You broke his heart" they all say. Where was all that sorry-ass pity when he broke mine? I broke up with him because I needed time to breathe, to think. I needed to sort myself out. I wasn't happy, in all areas of my life. So when I do get things in my head figured out, I expose it all to him. He says he can't love anything right now, that he doesn't know what his problem is. Then he is a total prick to me at that fucking party that I should have never gone to. He did not answer his phone when I called and he didn't call me back. So much for my fucking sunny message to him. He can shove it up his ass. Whatever. I'm getting pissed. My face is all hot now just thinking about how low I have felt and how he doesn't fucking care. Well, if he doesn't care, why the fuck should I? I need to move on. I have been putting myself under all this shame and scrutiny the past six months, and for what?
Fuck him.