Back from my cousins'... Very nice evening. So terrible week. Again. Even though I went out yesterday night, and I was happy to breathe some fresh air and see the people I like, something totally... How should I put it... ruined the mood. What's with giving advice when you don't even relate with the person anymore ? Just mind your own business, and don't call me whatever you like because you feel alone. I'm not your pet, I'm not someone to whom you can speak each crazy idea aloud. I. Don't. Wanna. Hear. From. You. Again.
Being called a wh*re -or any other word you seem to like so much when it comes to me- just because I did something you disapprove with, something you find « disgusting » -oh come on, be serious !-, is too much.
Funny. It's like I said "too much" so many times before. But now, not a single little feeling ties me to you. I'm free -you understand, free- to do what I want. I don't have to weigh any pro or con, I can leave when I want. I can stop talking to you right now, and finally be happy without someone scolding me for everything I do. I don't have to « stay », I'm not losing a thing ! I. Can. Quit.
And you're not part of my happiness' scheme.
Waoh. I think I've said much more -talking about substance- this past week than in a year's time. (My blog's actually a little more than a year. Happy Birthday !) Crazy. Do I have that much anger and resentment in me, making me write everything running through my mind ? Maybe. Maybe I just need to give it to somebody, or simply write it somewhere, to lessen the pain until I can talk to him.
But, hey. At least we've got sun.
Image : just my doing.
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