"Maybe I'm little bit over my head/I come undone over things he says..."
Fuck him. Fuck. Him. I'm through.
I'm tired of thinking about him. I'm tired of being hurt by him. I'm tired of news that we even dated getting around to people I barely even know and when they inquire about him, I have to tell them we broke up. Because of him. Because he was chicken shit. Because he freaked out over nothing. Literally nothing.
This relationship just won't die down and we haven't even said a word to each other in the past few weeks. It's like a small scale Bennifer. Everyone keeps asking. Why do they care so much? It just keeps opening up an old wound.
Speaking of opening old wounds, ten bucks says he's dating whatsherface. And he has the nerve to tell MY best friend "great news." If I were her, I'd go tell him to shove it up his ass and he's a complete prick for doing that to me. But I refuse the play the role of controling, psycho ex girlfriend. I have too much dignity and too much pride. Not to mention, he doesn't deserve it. He shouldn't feel valued like that. And slowly, that's beginning to be the case.
/rant
I went to Lawrence today con mi mami and we had amazing Japanese food and went to Urban Outfitters. It was bloody fantastic.