Oh, wow.

I haven't written on here for so long.
I thought it seemed like I was carrying a lot.
This isn't really an ENTIRE life update, it's just what's been bothering me today.

WHATTHEFUCKDUDE?!
First, you dump me. And I managed to act like it really didn't phase me until I was alone, I'm not even sure how I managed that. You meant a whole fucking lot to me, whether either of us realized it or not. I only realized how much after it was too late, what's a few more scars though, right? Next, you kiss me and say you miss me when you're drunk. Then act like NOTHING ever happened when you're sober. You don't play games, right? After that I hear that you don't like seeing me at Conor's all the time, that he should warn you before he invites me to parties. And, as we all saw, you only care about me when you think I'm fucking other guys.
I went against ALL of my better judgment and decided to have sex with you. And now that I'm moving into a dorm you're trying to get on my good side because you think that you can get it in whenever you want. You, sir, are sadly mistaken. I really don't want to get back with you anytime soon.
We. Are. Just. Friends.
That's what you wanted, right?
Other people deserve a first chance before you get a second.
I'm finally seeing why we didn't work out.
I need someone who likes me just as much as I like them and doesn't lose interest as soon as things get a little difficult. I didn't expect you to leave me, then again I didn't expect much of you from the start, and I've certainly learned to expect very little from you now.

Just so we're clear, I officially have the upper hand in this relationship, for once.
You are my booty call, NOT the other way around.
Mark me, boy.