I'm not exactly sure what happened to my original post.
But oh well.
At last... my thoughts have settled.
Even at this age,
I'm still prone to immature, knee-jerk reactions.
Still got a lot of growing up left to do.
I'm working on it.
Anyway,
if you're reading this Sarah...
No, I don't hate you.
Didn't idealise you, either.
One of the reasons I fell for you was because you were damaged...
like me.
And fucking brilliant, too.
I'm sorry about what happened to you in the past,
I really am.
But no matter how much I wish I could
go back in time,
fact is,
there's nothing I can do about it (duh, I know) (shut up).
I'm also sorry I can't help make you feel better
about your... current situation.
You should've just told me.
Given me a little bit of respect,
instead of treating me like some kind of back-up to run to
if your main plan falls apart.
Doesn't really matter now, eh?
So yeah,
go ahead and hate me.
Call me anything you want.
This is my last post about you.
Because seriously,
unless I cut it out,
I'm NEVER getting over you.
So take care.
Bye now.
