I'm through with standing in line to get my heart broken and I'm through with being hurt.
I feel like I'm being a bad friend because no matter how much my friends advise me, I still want to go back.
Works ok. Uni's ok. I'm sure he's ok - I have no idea though. It's his birthday on Monday, he'll be 22. Maybe I'll celebrate with a pint and a 20-deck of fags, he never did like the beerdrinking lady and he certainly hated me smoking. I'll wear my ugg's too and make a night of it, the ultimate "fuck you" because he hated those too. They all say I should fuck him off but the thing is, how on earth do I do that? He isn't exactly giving me a chance to. My God, I hate this.