Fuck you. Fuck you for bringing it up again. To my credit, I didn't cry. I'm not going to cry over you anymore, like I'm some pathetic bitch. I don't even miss you anymore. But then you bring it up, and something inside remembers how good it felt. Stop it. Please. Just stop it. Edit: Well. There goes my credit. I am bitter. And I am sarcastic. And I am sharp. And I want to hurt him so bad just so he'll go away for a little bit and let me get over it a little bit more. Why am I not over it? ~Katie