"No longer a Vixion"
Sometimes I wonder if you think about me; but then I realize that wondering is a waist of time because I know. You tell me when you don’t call. You tell me when you’re late. You tell me when we don’t speak. You tell me with your actions. You tell me with your disconcern. You tell me with everything but your words. Its amazing isn’t it? How quickly things change. You would think something as strong as us would be hard kill. But with such swiftness I forgot our inside jokes. With such rapidity I misplaced my feelings. In one angry beat my heart stopped caring. And with one simple live journal entry - I don’t need you anymore.