Runaway, hit the road.

Oct 10, 2006 15:51

Well.

We broke up.

I'm sitting here in the writing center computer lab, and staring at this screen as if it will give me the words I want to use to describe what the inside of my head is going through.

Chaos is a good word.
And confusion.
A little hurt.
A lot hurt.

But throwing in the towel was never something I was particurally good at. I don't give up on things or people that I feel are worth fighting for, and I don't really feel ike giving up on the friendship. It might take time, then again it might not. Friendship comes natural, truth be told.

I just have to get rid of that annoying, dull, aching feeling in my chest. Cramps of the heart.

Bruised, not broken. I guess some other guy will have that pleasure.

Do I sound terribly bitter? I'm really not. I'm kind of angry at how it was all heandled, there are better ways than aloofness. That's really what hurts the most.

He taught me a lot. But damnit I'm really tired of these learning expieriences. Can't I just be old and wise now without haveing to live through the young and stupid?

Didn't think so.
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