Finally
Typing spontaneously now. Okay, it’s official right? We are no longer the same friends as we were for the past 8 years. Last night at McDonald’s we laid down the cards and made everything clear. Black or white. Done.
Time to really move on. The real moving on. Your friends were right, stop the bullshit and no more trying to be friends. Okay, sure it breaks my heart that we are officially not best friends. Wow, me without anyone to call a best friend. Thank you though for the past 8 years. And I thought we would last decades ‘til we got old and had our own families. But alas, life is a mystery (really, a bitch) and we simply must dive into it.
We should have gone through this last year. We are one year delayed, my friend (if I honestly still consider you that.) Oh wow, I am a cold hearted bitch right now. I am angry and hurt. Haha. I ran over your heart and back again last year, and now it’s your turn, (you bitch). I’m kidding about the last part. It just feels kind of nice to type it out.
Haaaay. Anyway, now I am free. Free to do whatever I want to do. I think now, what you feel or say doesn’t matter anymore because finally, you have done something to try to move on. God, you actually went on a date. I want to say ‘how dare you’ but that’s none of my business.
Ahhhh I am free to daydream that someday I will travel the farthest corners of the earth with someone else. And that makes me feel elated, a tiny spark of happiness in the recesses of my stone cold heart. And all this energy must go somewhere —exercise! I am going to put my energy into that to the death. And I mean to the death!
Once I complete the laser surgery of my armpit hair (haha!), I will be wearing tank tops like there’s no tomorrow. And hopefully, hopefully, I will be rockin’ a slimmer body. This is so funny.
