i'm sick and tired of getting dragged along--playing these stupid mouse and cat games.
you told me that you've been hurt by all these girls, and i tell you that i've had my fair share too. i thought we connected on that level and we understood why we act the way we act towards the opposite sex. i've been more than understanding throughout the two days we were together and now you're telling me that you have confidence issues and family problems? seriously? yeah i know may probably be true and everything... but seriously? i've heard that before and i was so hurt by the person that told me that cus in the end, he ends up having a girlfriend causing me all this pain and bringing me down. even E told you about that. how i was just gloomy and dragged myself everywhere. where my "ray of happiness" was just a cover to hide my real emotions.
i told you, i was so over feeling this way. the feeling of betrayal just tore me apart. yeah, we laugh about it know and shake it off like its nothing now... but deep down, it just breaks me. it makes me lose all hope of true love in the world. making me feel as if, i would never find love.
i'm not gonna lie, college has been fun, with all the casual hook-ups with random guys that i soon find to be my friends and we all sit back and laugh reminiscing about "hey, remember that time in r32 where we..." or a "what was that thing you did that thing with your toungue?"
casual hook-ups. i'm kinda through with them. i need to settle down some time, but not until i'm truly ready at least. i'm just taking precautions.
but anyway, in a way, i learned from you. i learned that guys are willing to say anything to get with me, then break my heart. again... and again. i'm not saying i never realized this, but every time, i try to look at it with a different perspective and tell myself "maybe this time, it would be different... he won't be like the last guy." thanks for proving me wrong.
xoxo,
your ex-girlfriend of two days,
Erin Crystal.
Young Isolde: Why did she die, Bragnae? Why?
Bragnae: It was an ill vapor that took her. A fever.
Young Isolde: No. It was her heart.
